C872 The Ancient Tribes

After venting his anger, Meng Mu felt a wave of helplessness in his heart. Although the other party looked weak, he had an unparalleled long-range weapon and a leader who could predict the enemy's movements. He was like a beautiful plant covered in thorns, making him feel uncomfortable and unable to attack.

"Where did this monster come from? How can he be so cunning?" Meng Mu thought to himself