Chapter 2012

Inside the ancestral land, the ancestors of the Ancient Race and Barbarian Race rushed back to their own ancestral lands for the first time.

But no matter how fast they were, they were ultimately one step too late.

By the time they arrived, their own ancestral lands had long been ransacked by the Human Race.

Looking at the Golden Dragon of Fortune that had long disappeared above the sky, the group of ancestors of the Ancient Race were stunned in place.

It's gone, it's really gone. My damn Golden Dragon of Fortune, which was so big, is gone just like that.

Then they came to the ancient stele where the ancestral spirits were deposited; sure enough, the ancestral spirits were also gone.

"Despicable Human Race, this Emperor will definitely fight you to the death."

Roaring at the sky, these damn humans, they... how did they dare to do this?

Their hearts were burning with anger, but there was no other way, so they could only order a full search for the Human Race's tracks.

The killing intent toward the Human Race had reached its peak.

These experts of the Human Race who entered the ancestral land of the ten thousand races this time must not be let go of; they must be wiped out.

And after leaving the ancestral land of the ten thousand races, the Human Race must be left with no chickens or dogs; even the dogs raised by the Human Race cannot be let go of, and the eggs must be scattered.

Even the flies and ants within the Human Race's territory must be cut in half.

The hatred in their hearts had reached such a level; it was simply too hateful. My Golden Dragon of Fortune, which was so big.

After venting their anger for a while, in the end, the group of ancestors of the Ancient Race had no choice but to release the power of fortune divided from the Human Race and re-condense a Golden Dragon of Fortune.

It's just that since there was only one-fifth, the re-condensed Golden Dragon of Fortune was clearly much smaller.

Looking at the Golden Dragon of Fortune above the sky, which looked like it was malnourished, thin and small, the group of ancestors of the Ancient Race all had complex expressions.

Not only them, but in the outside world, all the clansmen of the Ancient Race, looking at the Golden Dragon of Fortune in the light mirror, were also deep in thought.

It seemed like something was wrong.

Logically speaking, their five major hegemonic races joined forces to encircle and suppress the Human Race at the same time.

Moreover, they successfully took down the Human Race's ancestral land and divided the Human Race's Golden Dragon of Fortune.

How could this be seen as a great victory?

As for letting those Human Race experts run away, although it was an accident, without the ancestral land, the Human Race is a stray dog.

It should have been a situation of complete victory, but why, after going around in a circle, did our Ancient Race's Golden Dragon of Fortune become like this?

Compared to before, it's not even one-third.

"Where did the problem arise?"

"Looking at it this way, it seems we suffered a huge loss."

Indeed, regardless of the process, looking at the result alone, their Ancient Race suffered a huge loss.

Originally such a big Golden Dragon of Fortune, now only this little bit is left. How can people accept this? It shouldn't be like this.

That small, listless Golden Dragon of Fortune only made the corners of the mouths of the group of ancestors of the Ancient Race twitch.

Damn it, this Golden Dragon of Fortune, no matter how you look at it, is unpleasant to the eye.

"Find them, find them for me, must find those despicable humans, this Emperor wants to kill them one by one."

"Yes."

The ancestors gritted their teeth and roared. Upon hearing this, the surrounding Ancient Race experts also nodded heavily. They were also angry and swore to find the whereabouts of these despicable humans.

Then don't give them a chance, kill them in one go, and bury them completely in this ancestral land of the ten thousand races.