After everything was arranged properly, Owen urged Omegina to return to the tent to rest; the sky was also fully bright.
The Bloodsucking Bat tribe was currently extremely busy with preparation work, sharpening weapons, checking binding ropes; everyone was meticulously preparing for the decisive grand battle tomorrow.
A busy day with a tense atmosphere passed in a flash. When night fell again, Rowan stood in front of the tent, looking towards the Snow Leopard tribe's territory which was now close at hand, the campfires flickering in the distance; his expression became extremely stern and cold.
The Snow Leopard tribe clearly had also prepared thoroughly for this life-and-death battle; rows of archers had already drawn their bowstrings, the sharp arrows glinting coldly under the gray sky.
