Chapter 2017

Watching the light bloom once more beneath their feet, the Ancient Clan Saint's eyes instantly widened to the size of saucers, and they stared blankly at their three companions, saying.

"I've been hit again?"

"No, this time it's not a talisman, it's an array disc............."

"I f***ing @￥%#￥%#%#"

Is there a difference? The reaction of the three companions was exactly the same as before, and they retreated wildly without a moment's hesitation.

"Save............"

This Ancient Clan Saint didn't even have time to finish the word before they saw their three companions had already retreated to a great distance.

Because this f***ing thing was also a Saint-grade array disc.

Watching their three companions abandon them just like that, this Ancient Clan Saint was completely numb.

"Do you guys have any loyalty left at all?"

And this time, the three companions didn't even stop, not even turning their heads back once.

"Sigh, there's no saving them."

"Two Saint-grade talismans and an array disc—even the gods couldn't save them."

"Sigh........ what a pity."

Amidst the sighs, the three companions walked away, and this Ancient Clan Saint was naturally swallowed by the array light, disappearing from sight.

This time, they clearly weren't as lucky as before.

Taking one Saint-grade talisman head-on was already their limit; now, seriously injured and facing a Saint-grade array disc, they clearly couldn't block it.

As the array light dissipated, this Ancient Clan Saint fell here in humiliation.

They probably never imagined, even in death, that they would end up dying in a trap set by the human race.

Such scenes were happening all over the ancestral grounds.

The experts of various clans responsible for searching for the humans were surrounded by traps before they even caught a glimpse of a human shadow.

The entire ancestral ground seemed to be filled with traps everywhere.

Some of the lucky ones, while not killed directly by the traps, were still left in a miserable state.

"Damn it, damn it, these despicable humans, how can they be like this?"

"Damn it, I've already hit over ten traps along the way."

"Ah, damn humans, I won't let you off."

Everywhere one looked, the experts of various clans were covered in dust and dirt; some Great Saint experts, while not looking as severely injured, were still incredibly miserable.

In their eyes, this entire ancestral ground now revealed danger everywhere.

"There are still not enough traps."

On the other side, within the human team, everyone was still tirelessly setting traps.

The number of traps was not small, but the number triggered every day was also high.

So they had to keep replenishing them.

In the Ancient Clan ancestral grounds, the group of Ancient Clan ancestors now didn't dare to leave even for a single step.

They were terrified that as soon as they left, the humans would come again; if they were hit by the humans once more, they would lose even this tiny Golden Dragon of Luck they had now.

However, staying in the ancestral grounds forever was not a solution.

Since three days ago, the Ancient Clan experts who went out to search for the humans had been returning one after another, injured.

Looking at the clansmen returning with injuries, the group of Ancient Clan ancestors asked in confusion.

"Did you encounter the humans? Why didn't you report it in advance?"

You should have sent the news back the moment you discovered the humans; how could you be so reckless as to clash with them?

However, facing the questioning of the ancestors, the group of Ancient Clan experts looked incredibly aggrieved.

"We.......... we didn't encounter the humans."

Hmm???

"Then how did you get like this?"

"Traps, the humans........ the humans have set traps all over the ancestral grounds; it's simply extremely insidious."

Hiss..............

Hearing everyone's account, the Ancient Clan ancestors couldn't help but gasp; these humans were truly f***ing ruthless.

Setting traps randomly throughout the entire ancestral ground—are they f***ing trying to distinguish between friend and foe?

If you set them so recklessly, I reckon even the humans themselves can't remember where they set traps and where they didn't.

The humans naturally couldn't remember, and besides, after splitting up, the humans didn't know where the others had set traps either.

But that didn't matter; with special markings, the humans could naturally avoid them easily.

However, the other clans didn't know about these.

"Damn it."

They hadn't even seen a shadow of the humans, yet they had suffered quite a few casualties themselves.

Although the vast majority were just injuries, and not many had died.

After all, those who could enter the ancestral grounds were the top experts of their respective clans; it was very difficult to kill them with simple traps.

Unless one was truly unlucky to the extreme—the kind who would trip over their own heels—and stepped on several Saint-grade talismans or array discs in a row, there really wouldn't be any life-threatening danger.

But even so, many Ancient Clan members were still driven numb by these traps.

After recovering from their injuries in the ancestral grounds, many Ancient Clan experts refused to leave the ancestral grounds no matter what.

"Why are you still here after your injuries have healed? Why aren't you going to search for the humans?"

"Ancestor, we........ we really don't dare to go; right now, this ancestral ground is a trap at every step, this............."

"You............"

Seeing that these Ancient Clan subordinates all seemed to have been scared out of their wits, the Ancient Clan ancestors were gnashing their teeth in anger.

"Get out of here; if you can't find the humans' tracks, don't come back."

"Ancestor, we really.............."

"Get out."

Forcibly driving everyone out of the ancestral grounds—the humans must be killed, otherwise, how could they swallow this anger?

As time passed, the number of traps in the ancestral grounds not only didn't decrease, but on the contrary, it was increasing more and more.

Right now, even if the experts of various clans walked out of a tiny valley, they would likely trigger no fewer than a hundred traps.

Let alone the experts of the various clans in the ancestral grounds, even the clansmen outside felt their scalps tingle just watching.

"Good heavens, the ancestors are truly ruthless."