The throng of Wilderness tribe powerhouses that rallied to the scene numbered at least five or six hundred. The majority were lower-class tribespeople, a minority were upper-class, and all of them commanded powerful realms.
There were also many royal clan talents lurking in the shadows, among others, who, when counted, brought the total to around eight or nine hundred.
Fourth-tier individuals constituted a large proportion, seventy to eighty percent.
Fifth-tier individuals accounted for ten to twenty percent.
Without a doubt, this was a colossal group of combatants. The only consolation was that they came from different tribes and were not a united race.
Yet despite this, Chen Pingping was a human, belonging to an outsider race. Once he secured the arm of the Primitive Demon God, he would become the target of all.
This was unquestionable.
The mere thought of facing a joint attack was enough to make one's scalp tingle.
