"Martial Artists beyond the Saint Realm, hold the rear! Quickly protect the Heavenly Prides and retreat!"
Above the shattered ancestral land, the command of the Jade Rhinoceros Bull Tribe's Clan Leader echoed, his voice like a cuckoo weeping blood, piercingly mournful. Standing on the sacred mountain, seeing his kinsmen fall in droves, his heart bled. These were the elites of his tribe, now almost entirely wiped out.
After today, will the Jade Rhinoceros Bull Tribe still exist?
With the fierce valor accumulated over countless generations, are we to perish today? To be annihilated by the Qin Dynasty?
He could only hope, only pray, that a small number of his tribe could escape and carry on the bloodline of the Jade Rhinoceros Bull Tribe, even if they were reduced to a minor race!
But would the terrified members of the Jade Rhinoceros Bull Tribe, already being slaughtered, still heed their Clan Leader's orders? They wished they could sprout wings and flee this place!
