The tornado journey took a full three days.
"We're almost there!" A warrior of the Snake Clan exclaimed excitedly.
Throughout the journey, everyone was on edge, fearing an ambush by the mysterious warrior who had killed the three-tailed fox. As they saw the tribe ahead, smiles gradually appeared on their faces.
Even the corner of Snake Elder's eyes unconsciously relaxed a little.
The tornado slowly came to a halt, and the scene before Li Changzhou made him put away his indifferent demeanor.
He saw countless serpentine mountains standing tall, like giant pythons a thousand zhangs long turned to stone mid-worship. Each snake mountain housed villages, tribes, and nations.
Countries were not necessarily larger than tribes.
In the Barbaric Era, the concept of 'country' did not yet surpass 'tribe'.
