At this moment, a hundred miles to the east of the Gu Yuan Tribe, four figures emerged in the desolate ancient forest. These were Xiao Chen and three human rangers who had attacked all the way. Xiao Chen did not speak, as he was currently worried about his tribe and his fellow tribesmen in his heart.
"Tribe leader Xiao, we are not very far from your Gu Yuan Tribe. I notice you have been silent all the way. Are you worried about the safety of your tribe?"
"Indeed, a mere hundred miles ahead is my Gu Yuan Tribe. Our tribe, located in the remote Giant Stone Valley, is a frontline hit in this frenzied wave of resentful spirits from foreign tribes. It's false to say that I am not worried. Besides, over a radius of three thousand miles from my Gu Yuan Tribe, apart from some scattered tribes, many neighboring human tribes are each fighting their own battles, too busy with their own affairs. How many can still emerge bloodied amidst this endless ravaging by resentful spirits, is unknown."