within the Iron Sand Tribe.

Flames are spreading, frost is spreading, sand and wind are running rampant, like the end of the day. The ground is in a mess, and a pungent smell of blood smells like you in the air, killing and gloomy.

"You guys, when my Iron Sand tribe rises, I'm going to have you pay for your blood!" Gu Ning's face, because anger has become extremely distorted.

Her Tiesha tribe is very strong, but the enemy is stronger. Five mixed forces, plus 100 bloody brakes, have been defeated by the Tiesha tribe in a round of charges. They can only rely on her to resist bitterly.

But...