Seeing the Tiger and Bear Tribes' warriors outside abandon defense and throw themselves fully into the slaughter, Old Black Bear's mouth twitched. These fellows clearly knew they would not die, so they had completely let loose. Every move was brutal and clean-cut, finishing off their opponents with ruthless efficiency. They were doing a damn fine job.
Old Black Bear glanced at Striped Tiger and said with a grin, "Big Cat, our tribes' fighting style is truly savage—simple and violent. It gets my blood boiling. I really want to rush in and fight alongside them, wiping out that Demonic Beast Alliance Army."
Striped Tiger smiled. "Brother Bear, we both know the strength of our two tribes. If the Valley Master had not secretly strengthened their bodies and power, they could never have performed like this in battle. This wave from the Demonic Beast Alliance Army is quite formidable in both numbers and strength. If we were still at the early Golden Core Stage, we could only retreat upon encountering these demonic beasts. If they latched onto us, death would be the only outcome."
"Although we have now reached Golden Core Peak, we absolutely cannot act before the Demon Cultivators of the Demonic Beast Alliance Army formally make their move. Let Tiger Eleven, Bear Eleven, and the other warriors handle these battles. Let them temper themselves through combat. Once this crisis ends, their strength should soar by leaps and bounds. Perhaps all members of our tribes will become Golden Core Stage Demon Cultivators in the future."
Old Black Bear nodded, deeply agreeing with Striped Tiger. He said nothing more and turned his gaze toward the battlefield, watching the Innate Demonic Beasts slaughter one another fiercely. What they needed to guard against were the Demon Cultivators of the Demonic Beast Alliance Army. They