The Tata Tribe’s team consisted of a total of twenty-six people.
Each one rode on a fierce beast-horned antelope horse, exuding a formidable aura.
They were adorned in armor crafted from iron rocks and carried finely crafted iron longswords at their waists.
At the forefront were two young teenagers, a boy and a girl, who appeared only a few years older than Little Zhong Chi.
However, they were not wearing armor or carrying swords.
Instead, they wore animal skin clothes, and a faint glimmer of spiritual energy could be seen emanating from them.
“The two youngsters in front, why do I feel a sense of familiarity?” The Five-Foot Zhan Ru was slightly surprised.