Before the Eight-Clawed faction that spanned the multiverse, humanity was undoubtedly the weaker side.
And when the weak faced the trials imposed by the strong, they naturally had to employ more strategies.
Ancient humans could never have defeated beasts by relying on themselves alone, so they mastered stone tools, learned to set traps, and acquired the techniques to hunt "the strong."
"How is the plan progressing?"
"Very smoothly. Compared to us, their organization is far too poor."
The individual strength of the invaders, even that of an ordinary foot soldier, might be beyond what a human warrior could attain in a lifetime of cultivation—above Tier 3.
Yet they were still merely tribes, merely a pack of beasts. Even with their so-called lord system, they resembled Beast Kings claiming territory far more than they resembled a society or a nation.
"Then continue."
A battle for the survival of one's species allowed no room for slackness. Even after achieving results, Lu PingAn did not stop.
Having turned this territory into fuel for the Flame Legion, causing his forces to surge once more, Lu PingAn looked toward the next battlefield.
The Time Divinity Remnants were being absorbed. Estimated time: twelve hours.
The spoils had already entered the absorption stage. The Time Snake's remains had directly become Lu PingAn's "Gourmet," and the absorption time left him rather delighted.
The Courtyard was no longer on the same level as it had been in the past. The fact that it needed so much time now undoubtedly showed just how high-end these spoils were.
At the same time, the Courtyard was willing to spend time slowly drawing it in and absorbing it rather than swallowing it in one bite.
"Lieutenant General Lu, Teacher Lu, what is our plan now?"
Having mentally prepared herself while holding onto hope,