"Clan Leader!"

"Clan Leader, your wound..."

The surrounding White Armor tribesmen instantly gathered around, unable to hide the worry on their faces.

"This little wound is not enough to bring Isaiah down." The lion-like man’s voice resonated within the tribe as he strode boldly towards the village outskirts.

There, Alva was engaged in a bloody fight with the remnants of the Beast Tide alongside the Wolf Armor Group.

On that extremely masculine young body, scars were densely covered.

A Black Star Wolf, over 2 meters tall, pounced. A flash of silver appeared, and the wolf let out a tragic howl as its large head was chopped off with an axe.

"Alva! You, the Child of the Starry Sky of the White Armor Tribe, can you hold on for another half Star Time?"

"Heh~" With unruly long hair flinging sweat and blood, Alva’s mouth curved into a clear arc, laughing heartily, "Uncle Isaiah, you finally acknowledge me as the Child of the Starry Sky."

"Since I am the Child of the Starry Sky... isn’t half a Star Time too underestimating me!"

Alva’s fiery gaze swept over the graceful figure standing on the high wall.

"Miss Nuonuo, I will prove to you that under this starry sky, only I am worthy of you." Alva expressed his love unabashedly, displaying his dominance as the strongest man on this blood-soaked battlefield.

"You brat." Isaiah nonchalantly accepted the herbs handed over by a tribesman, stuffed them into his abdominal wound, blocking the gaping hole, and laughed, "Then I shall go meet those Red Stone bastards."

At this moment, a shadow enveloped the girl’s head, a sharp screech echoing over the tribe.

The girl looked up abruptly, revealing a bright and captivating face, with pupils witnessing a massive bird of prey over ten meters long swooping down at speed.

A gaze full of worry was frozen in her eyes, the stunned girl... was unmistakably Nuonuo, revered as the Goddess within the White Armor Tribe.

The next second, the talon was already within a meter of her, ready to hook her head with just a slight twitch.

But at that moment, a beam of white light flashed from below like a cannonball.

Thud!

In the immense collision sound, the bird’s head was smashed to bits with a hammer!

Without even a scream, the heavy body was knocked at an angle over the high wall.

A burly figure landed heavily on the high wall, casually drawing the White Bone Heavy Hammer from the parapet, casting a loving gaze towards the girl, "As long as the warriors of our White Armor Tribe are alive, we won’t let Teacher Wang suffer any harm."

"How about it, is my Isaiah’s body the same as before!"

The lion-like middle-aged man pounded his chest with a thunderous sound.

"Warriors of the tribe, raid with me to the west side!"

With Isaiah’s rallying cry, thirty brawny warriors, covered in blood and wearing animal skins, responded with a shout.

This squad immediately charged hastily toward the west side.

At this moment, the morale of the White Armor Tribe peaked.

Yet, the worry in Nuonuo’s eyes, who was being shielded down from the high wall, did not diminish in the slightest.

All the people in the tribe were so friendly, everyone was desperately defending and protecting her.

The people here possessed incredibly strong and optimistic spirits.

However, their population was so small that Nuonuo could recite the names of every fallen warrior...

Just a few days ago, those people were happily drinking and eating meat together.

Now, they only rest eternally beneath the earth.

Isaiah, the Clan Leader, was indeed formidable, a man worthy of being called the War God on the battlefield.

But... with Nuonuo’s keen eyes, how could she not see that Uncle Isaiah was forcefully holding on?

In a tribe that worships the Power Totem, the strongest Clan Leader is often the faith and soul of all the people.

Therefore, Isaiah would never back down at this moment when warriors are most needed to fight.

But to continue fighting like this...

Even an Iron Man would collapse!

In the most primitive environment, everything was for survival.

These simple people constantly provided Nuonuo with a spiritual cleansing and shock.

"They are as stubborn as you, Big Barbarian Bear." Nuonuo bit her lip, directly pushing aside the guards beside her, rushing into the children, and quickly working with others to handle medical gauze.

This was something Nuonuo temporarily taught these people.

About three minutes after Nuonuo’s estimate.

An earth-shaking battle cry arose from the west side of the tribe, mixed with Isaiah’s iconic roar.

The earth trembled, blood splattered.

The Red Stone Tribe’s ambush troops never expected that the White Armor warriors, fighting the Beast Tide with all their strength, would have the spare energy to challenge them.

Moreover, there were only a bit more than thirty White Armor warriors, yet their combat strength was terrifyingly dreadful.

A Red Stone warrior, with four bloody lines etched on his forehead, wielded a Meteorite Gold Heavy Axe, leaping almost eight meters high with a powerful step, and fiercely slashed down.

However, Isaiah swung a hammer in return.

Boom!

A clear shockwave rippled through the air.

The battle axe in the Red Stone warrior’s hand was knocked flying instantly, and when the heavy hammer hit the body, it smashed the chest into a pulp.

"Basham, you coward, get out here!"

The sound wave was deafening.

A slender middle-aged man with two small mustaches poked his head out from behind the well-equipped Red Stone warriors, sharply shouting, "Isaiah, you dare attack my Red Stone Guard, you’re dead, every White Armor tribe member of yours is doomed!"

"Nagging like a woman, you stepped into the hunting grounds of my White Armor Tribe, I, Isaiah, will kill you."

——Boom!

The heavy hammer struck the ground like a bomb, raising a dust wave over six meters high.

The White Armor Tribe had no intention of reasoning with the opponent at this moment, they had already fought with ferocity!

Seeing the scene, Basham knew his ambush was thoroughly exposed.

So the Red Stone Tribe finally stopped concealing their intentions and began to show their fangs.

Two full battalions of a hundred men each were completely drawn into battle.

The battle to annex tribes, on this Barbaric Planet, was as common as eating and drinking.

However, the White Armor Tribe was evidently a rather hard stone.

The power of the White Armor warriors, compared to those Red Stone warriors who were a head shorter, was terrifying like a rhinoceros.

Basham swallowed hard, finally not daring to step forward to confront Isaiah directly, and as his hand was raised in the air behind him, a row of thin Red Stone Hunters, took out their crossbows made of mixed white bone and steel.

With the Crossbow Arrow placed on the taut string, the tips ominously aimed at the melee crowd.

Basham’s fist clenched and unclenched, and finally, the arm hanging by his side sliced down firmly!

"Fire!"

Thud thud thud, a sheet of white light shot straight out!

As the sound of arrows piercing bodies echoed, Basham’s rampant laughter finally reverberated across the vast prairie.

"Hahahaha, didn’t you look down on me, Isaiah Clan Leader!"

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