C1194 It Was the Most Fatal Form of Unintended Imagination
When the sky lit up, the battle had ended.
The Arctic Woods Tribe was defeated, and the remaining three thousand warriors were all killed in the battle.
Even without the interference of outsiders, it was difficult for them to form their own power.
Some were happy, and some were sad.
The happy ones were the Gray Eye and the Light Fist.
The sad ones were the Arctic Woods Tribe
