There are many things in this world that cannot be matched by force.

Xia Jie thought again of what the elusive black shadow said to him on that strange night.

What is a witch? What does a real witch look like? Is it a witch that can destroy heaven and earth?

Perhaps, the old man in front of him represents the real witch. Wisdom is the spirit of witch.

Half a month later, two million barbarian warriors gathered from all over the mountains and forests with a radius of thousands of miles. These warriors, whose highest strength was only close to the rank of Ding, did not ask any questions. After the old man held a ceremony to bless them for the expedition.

, two million warriors from four tribes followed Xia Jie and left the mountain forest where they were born and raised. Just like Xia Jie left the village back then, they were full of hope for the future. No matter whether there was a mountain of swords or a forest of guns ahead,

These warriors with the same blood flowing in their bodies will be Xia Jie's most reliable companions.

Brothers who share the same origin will not betray blood relatives who share the same origin.

Xia Jie led these soldiers to trek through the mountains and forests, all the way through mountains and ridges, towards Chiyou Mountain City.

There, Xia Jie prepared to blackmail Pan Geng, and wanted to knock out all the old foundation of the barbarian country in Pan Geng's hands.

He obtained several thousand kilograms of witchcraft medicine used to control people's souls from Qi Xin, which was enough for him to use.

A month later, the towering walls of Chiyou Mountain City were clearly visible.
Chapter completed!