C317 Not a Single One of Them Was Left Alive

Mu Xiaobai and Jin Xin thought so. A series of deep footsteps broke their relaxed mood.

"Who is this?"

The Vermilion Bird Tribe was in the middle of a battle. Following that, a figure clad in heavy armor slowly entered Mu Xiaobai and Jin Xin's field of vision.

Behind the person clad in heavy armor were another five hundred infantry. These five hundred infantry were also clad in iron armor