Battle Lei Dong

No one from the Yao Clan replied.

Nonsense. Their Dou Zongs had nearly been wiped out, and they had already discovered that the Gu Clan had a tough Dou Zong-level opponent capable of smashing out a mouthful of the Yao Clan's teeth. They knew they could not win, so what was the point of telling these gloating Thunder Clan members?

For all they knew, these Thunder Clan members might even mock them.

Besides, it had been said before that the Eight Great Ancient Clans were not united as one. They had suffered such heavy losses, so why should they hand this valuable intelligence to the Thunder Clan for free and let them reap the benefits?

Just like the Soul Clan's previous scheme.

They wanted to kick the Gu Clan while it was down.

Now, with the Gu Clan's help, they could effectively weaken the Thunder Clan's combat power. At the same time, the Thunder Clan could wear down the Gu Clan. They were determined to be the fisherman who profited in the end!

Thus, no one paid any attention to those Thunder Clan members.

No one from the Gu Clan responded.

They did not want to provoke another enemy.

After all, the slaughter on the other battlefield was still ongoing.

And their opponent was the Soul Clan.

The outcome was predictably brutal.

No one from the Yao Clan responded either.

They did not want to let the Thunder Clan get an easy advantage.

They were even hoping to pick up the pieces after the Thunder Clan lost.

How could they possibly respond to the Thunder Clan?

Thus, the Thunder Clan awkwardly barged into an atmosphere that was equally awkward. To avoid embarrassment—or at least to keep the embarrassment from falling on themselves—they could only attack their opponents verbally, drawing attention