Since he wanted to gather all parties, he naturally had to offer enough benefits.
Otherwise, who would be willing to serve?
Upon hearing his words, Han Muye collected the golden light into his palm, turning it into a golden pattern. Then, he activated the three thousand clansmen behind him and walked briskly.
Mu Changkong also followed closely, and a massive army of 20,000 from the Muyang Mountain roared into motion behind him.
After traveling for a thousand miles, a large camp emerged.
The camp covered an area of a hundred miles, and a shadowy figure of a golden crow stood in the sky.
In the middle of the camp, a 30,000-foot-tall golden crow floated in the air, its golden eyes casting a brilliant light like the sun in the sky.
"That's the Zhuo Yuan's tribe.
"More than 180 smaller golden crow tribes have gathered in the vicinity."
Mu Changkong's expression became slightly serious, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid this hunting mission is not as simple as we thought."
