The tribe before his eyes was not large, with all its members residing on a big mountain, probably totaling around tens of thousands of people.
For Suo Lun, there could be no better starting point for his conquest of the Barbaric Wilderness Continent.
However, how should he subjugate this tribe? Become their king?
By force, a honey trap, or cunning strategies? It didn't matter!
But first, he needed to understand the tribe, its race, traditions, and at the very least, its language.
On the Barbaric Wilderness Continent, Suo Lun was like a mute, ignorant of the local language.
While Suo Lun was contemplating how to gain a foothold in the tribe and then ascend against the current...
Suddenly...
A flurry of footsteps approached rapidly.
Releasing his spiritual power, he immediately saw clearly that over a hundred Barbarian Warriors were swiftly encircling him, their speed incredibly fast.
Suo Lun fiercely drew his Ebony Sword and began to sprint away.
"Whoosh..."
