But compared to this blood-soaked foreign man who could no longer pull his bow, the weapon in Lin Wanwan's hand that could emit thunderous sounds was far more terrifying.
She truly was a deity, possessing the ability to strike lightning in clear skies!
The group exchanged glances, quickly sharing their opinions.
"I am willing to follow the deity!" The most quick-witted girl was the first to submit, bowing deeply to Lin Wanwan.
Soon, the others also bowed: "We are willing to follow the deity."
The pearls and glass beads they held, compared to their shabby clothes, were worth considering even if they weren't celestial, not to mention having such abilities.
That wailing foreign man was one of the best warriors of the Southern Tribe; their fathers and brothers had suffered much at his hands, yet now he was easily felled by the deity!
