450 Intentions

The ambush was quick and intense. When the arrows stopped howling through the air, only the scent of blood remained in the Scale Fragments Valley.

Yan Liqiang made a hand gesture. All the Great Moon Tribe's warriors, dressed in Shatu attire hiding on both sides of the valley, stood up. They unsheathed their blades and rushed into the valley below them.

"Check if any of them are still alive! Stab them…!"

One of the Great Moon Tribe warriors who was fluent in the Shatu language yelled his line that was prepared earlier.

"Got it. We won't let anyone in the Dark Wood Tribe get away!" another warrior growled.

Yan Liqiang was the first to rush out. He didn't speak, only pointed at the fallen Dark Wood Tribe's men and made a few hand gestures. The Great Moon Tribe's warriors who were rushing down the Scale Fragment Valley scattered in a well-coordinated manner, each knowing what they should do.