Even Shi Yunchong and the person he was fighting were unable to stand after being hit by such a terrifying force, almost blown away by the dreadful storm of impact.
"Ah Ya, Gan Du!" At this moment, the man's heart was unquestionably filled with rage. His fury burned intensely, but he despised the fact that he lacked the power to save his children and had to watch helplessly as they perished.
At this moment, Mu Sang's laughter echoed amidst the intense rumbling.
"Hahaha, weak Rock Tribe, do you feel anger? But what use is there in anger? You are weak, and this is the fate of the weak."
Mu Sang's heart was filled with vanity and madness—a pathological state. Because he had failed to win Ah Ya, there was a sense of regret, accompanied, of course, by anger.
That damned Ah Ya, she dared to oppose him, so he must let her know how foolish her choice was.
Her death had only just begun, and now he would continue the slaughter until the tribe submitted and became his slaves.
