The River of Hell surged mightily and violently like a roaring black dragon, and shocking waves struck the banks, causing it to seem extremely dangerous.

The clansmen of the Ninth Hell tribe were moving along this river at this moment.

Mo Ya led three guards to open the way in the front, and they played the role of the vanguard.

Meng Wei and another five guards stayed at the back of the group instead to stay on guard against those Xeno-race enemies of theirs that might catch up to them.

Chen Xi walked at the center of the group. He noticed that once they started moving, those youths would seem as if they’d become a different person. Every 10 people formed a team and there was a total of eight teams. All of them had vigilant expressions and strong postures as they guarded the sides of the group.

Every single move they made was uniform and highly disciplined, and they seemed like an army. Even though there were only a few of them, they revealed the aura of elites who’d experienced hundreds of battles.

An army?

Chen Xi was stunned as a bold thought appeared suddenly in his mind. If I were to make those disorganized cultivators and organize them into an army, then exactly how formidable would the explosive force converged by this be?

If such an army was fully well-trained, followed orders unconditionally,...