Looking at the many Guardian Clan Soldiers roaring before him, Xiao Chen's heart stirred, a grand momentum shooting out from the top of his head, like an invisible heavenly dragon roaring, abruptly plunging into the force field formed by the gathered tribespeople in front of him.
Wham!
At that moment the earth hummed. Everyone felt their own blood vessels expanding, hot blood constantly surging into their minds. It seemed like flames were burning in their chest, wanting to vent it out.
Xiao Chen's eyes shone brightly. The scene before him was just the outcome he desired. Now the Gu Yuan Tribe had 170,000 members, among which there were less than 20,000 old clansmen. The rest were newcomers who had been hastily integrated. The divide among them was not easily eliminated.