The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the strong wind shook the trees ceaselessly, making it impossible for people to open their eyes due to the sand-filled gusts.
When the sandstorm subsided, the sound of numerous footsteps suddenly came from all around, and one after another, people with strange expressions on their faces approached. Their movements were somewhat stiff, and their faces were covered with bloodshot veins, making them look particularly frightening.
The surrounding clans people formed a circle, facing those terrifying outsiders.
"Hahaha, no one can stop me!" Amur roared with laughter, gazing at the army he had cultivated with a triumphant look in his eyes.
The Clan Leader sighed and said, "This will backfire on you!"
"Backfire? That happens to the foolish, whereas I will be the one to control them."
"Backfire? That happens to the foolish, whereas I will be the one to control them." Amur laughed, a particularly cheerful laugh.
