Chapter 1084: Ancient Tribe's Lament

Hearing that their own had been stolen again by the Human Race, the Ancient Tribe's elders all felt their scalps go numb.

Damn Human Race, will they ever stop? They only have this little Luck Power left, yet they insist on squandering it completely?

The Ancient Tribe's elders rushed toward the Ancestral Land without daring to pause.

But by the time they reached the Ancestral Land, it was still too late.

All they saw above the Ancestral Land's sky was no trace of the Luck Power Golden Dragon—gone, not a trace left.

Stunned and hovering in midair, the Ancient Tribe's elders wore expressions that were a sight to behold.

"Damn it, damn it..........."

"No, the Luck Power Golden Dragon, our tribe's Luck Power Golden Dragon."

Unconsciously, a hint of despair welled up in their eyes—gone, even the last bit of Luck Power was gone.

Damn it, vile Human Race, why do you keep picking on my Ancient Tribe over and over?

Outside, through the Light Mirror, many Ancient Tribe members were equally dumbfounded.

The Luck Power Golden Dragon is gone again?

Originally such a huge Luck Power Golden Dragon, now reduced to this size was already hard for the Ancient Tribe to accept; now even the small Luck Power Golden Dragon is gone—utterly absurd.

What now?

Moreover, an Ancient Tribe member spoke with a look of lingering fear.

"Maybe we shouldn't oppose the Human Race anymore."

Twice now, both times the Human Race stole their home—utterly indefensible; in the Human Race's hands, it seems the Ancient Tribe never gains any advantage.

Judging by the current outcome, it seems unsuitable to continue hostilities with the Human Race; if this happens a few more times, not only will the Luck Power Golden Dragon be gone, but the Ancestral Land might be flattened entirely.

Many Ancient Tribe members have developed a fear of the Human Race; this Human Race is sinister—clearly the Five Great Hegemonic Clans should have joined forces, yet in the end it seems the Human Race reaped the biggest benefit.

Strangely, in response to these Ancient Tribe's remarks, the surrounding Ancient Tribe members did not object but chose silence.

In their view, the Ancient Tribe is indeed unsuited to continue opposing the Human Race—it simply isn't a match.

It's not a matter of strength, after all the two sides have never clashed head-on.

Yet precisely because of that, they haven't even met face to face, and the Ancient Tribe is nearly played to ruin—how can this be? It looks like they're not even on the same level as an opponent.

At this moment, the Ancient Tribe's elders also fell into silence.

They also felt lost in their hearts—clearly the plan was sound, so why did it turn out like this?

"Let everyone come back first."

"Are we not going to search for the Human Race's whereabouts anymore?"

"What's the point of searching? My Ancient Tribe is almost done for; the most crucial thing now is to find where to get some Luck Power to stabilize first."

Still thinking about searching for the Human Race's trail, searching for nothing—we're about to lose ourselves, yet we still want to deal with them.

The elders' hearts were a tangle of complexity—unwilling yet with no recourse.

Soon, the Ancient Tribe members outside received the order and began returning to the Ancestral Land in succession.

As for the other Four Great Hegemonic Clans, they naturally also learned of what happened to the Ancient Tribe.

The Barbarian Tribe, like the Ancient Tribe, had been completely looted by the Human Race; only a tiny, feeble Luck Power Golden Dragon remained hovering above their Ancestral Land.

And at this moment, hearing that the Ancient Tribe had suffered another heavy blow, the Barbarian Tribe's elders all spoke with lingering fear.

"The Ancient Tribe is really in trouble this time."

"Another time like this, and they should be completely out of Luck Power."

"I say, instead of worrying about others, shouldn't you think more about yourselves? Our situation isn't much better either."

"That's right; I think we shouldn't lightly leave the Ancestral Land—the Human Race is cunning, we can't give them an opening."

"That's correct."

Merely thinking of the Ancient Tribe's plight made the Barbarian Tribe break out in a cold sweat, and they resolved firmly never to launch an all-out assault again.

Even if they discovered the Human Race's traces, at least some elders would remain stationed in the garrison to hold the fort.

Moreover, a single elder might not suffice; at least several elders would need to be stationed together.

The Human Race is elusive, constantly pulling tricks; if they were ambushed again and ended up like the Ancient Tribe, the Barbarian Tribe would likely collapse as well.

The Ancient Tribe retreated en masse, appearing to have completely abandoned the search for the Human Race.

In response, the Demon Race proactively contacted the Ancient Tribe's side.

Speaking of the Five Great Hegemonic Clans, who most wants to annihilate the Human Race? Undoubtedly, it's the Demon Race.

Besides suffering repeated losses at the Human Race's hands, the Demon Race also genuinely fears the Human Race.

Having forged such a great enmity this time, given the Human Race's nature, if they aren't utterly wiped out, once the Human Race comes to its senses, the trouble will fall on them.

Therefore, the Demon Race is eager to end the battle within the Ancestral Land and absolutely cannot drag it to the outside world.

Precisely for this reason, upon learning that the Barbarian Tribe had fully retreated, the Demon Race's five Demon Emperors could not sit still and proactively contacted the Ancient Tribe's elders.

"Why are you retreating? You've searched this long; this is the critical moment, and you're pulling back..........."

The Demon Race had its own reasons, but before they could finish speaking, the Ancient Tribe's side directly rebutted.

"Critical moment? We're the ones actually at the critical moment now—it's a matter of life and death."

"We can barely protect ourselves; what's the point of searching?"

Knowing the Ancient Tribe had suffered heavily, yet they just gave up, the Demon Race was naturally unwilling; the Demon Emperors could only endure and offer consolation.

"The Human Race is despicable, but the more so, the more we should grasp the gravity of the situation—if we can't wipe out their strongholds in one strike, who will be able to resist them later?"

"We absolutely cannot abandon the effort midway."

The Demon Race earnestly urged the Ancient Tribe—giving up now would render all prior efforts wasted.

Moreover, once the Human Race gets a breather, will there still be a survival path for them?

Yet regarding this, the Ancient Tribe's side simply wouldn't listen; they only knew that right now their Ancient Tribe had zero Luck Power left.

Without Luck Power, the Ancient Tribe is just waiting to die.

So, regarding the Demon Race's persuasion, the Ancient Tribe side remains completely unmoved—what damn Human Race, right now Luck Power is the most important.

"Why don't you Demon Race give us a bit of Luck Power?"

As soon as those words were spoken, the Five Honored Demon Emperors of the Demon Race hardly hesitated at all, directly shaking their heads and refusing.

Give you a bit of Luck Power? You think this is eating? Whoever eats eats, this is Luck Power—can it be given to you?

Don't even say it's my Demon Race; even if it's your Ancient Tribe's Sub Tribe, if you want Luck Power, they probably won't agree.

This is the lifeblood of a race—how could it be given away casually?

Seeing the Demon Race fall silent, the Ancient Tribe side had no more words and directly ended the conversation.

They won't even give up Luck Power, so what's there to say? They now only want to cultivate Luck Power; everything else is beyond their concern.

Watching the Ancient Tribe side unilaterally cut off the call, the Five Honored Demon Emperors of the Demon Race had faces as dark as iron—this Ancient Tribe is simply short-sighted, ungrateful; what the hell are you thinking, not dealing with the Human Race?