The valley entrance was narrow, and the first wave of attacking demonic beasts numbered only around a hundred. The Wild Ox Tribe's ox demons charged into battle. Each was over two meters tall and roughly four meters long—adult ox demons at the Middle Innate Stage. They came thundering forward with overwhelming momentum, the long black horns atop their heads gleaming ominously beneath the sunlight. Any other demonic beast that dared stand in their path would be gored straight through.
Tiger Eleven and Bear Eleven led the brave warriors of their two tribes out to meet the enemy. Tiger Eleven could not help saying, "Be careful, Old Bear. They're not weak. These ox demons from the Wild Ox Tribe are thick-skinned and incredibly strong, but their weakness is obvious too. Watch out for their horns."
Bear Eleven nodded. "I know. Don't worry, these ox demons can't hurt us. We need to conserve our strength. They'll probably use successive waves to attack us later. If we exhaust ourselves, we'll be in danger."
Tiger Eleven nodded without speaking. He had gone through this twice before, so he naturally understood the enemy's intentions. Trying to wipe us out this way? They're overthinking it. As long as they could hold on longer, they could eliminate more of the enemy's forces. Once the two chieftains finished cultivating, even if they could not defeat the Demon Cultivators behind these demonic beasts, they should still be able to escape safely and rebuild the Tiger and Bear Tribes.
As the enemy drew closer, the Tiger and Bear Tribes charged forward under Tiger Eleven and Bear Eleven's leadership. The moment both sides clashed, the slaughter began. Tiger Eleven and Bear Eleven truly deserved to be called elites of their respective tribes. With a single exchange, they killed their opponents, smashing