Primordial World: At the Start, I Made Nuwa Cry-It Turned Out I Was a Mythological Grand Unity

The three tribes were so enormous, yet they were actually being beaten down by the Human Race—and they collapsed after a single strike!

The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes either ran or flew away, scattering at the first call.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the three tribes' people were gone.

When disaster struck, everyone flew for themselves—each one ran for their life!

Seeing their clansmen being slaughtered until they were fleeing in panic, abandoning their armor and weapons as they ran all over the place in utter disarray, the Patriarchs of the Three Clans were furious, and their expressions darkened further.

How could this be?!

This... Their clansmen were actually being suppressed by a mere Postnatal Spirit Race?!

And they were beaten this miserably, this wretchedly?!

This Human Race was freaking ridiculous!

They had to be cheating, right?

And yet, looking at this bunch of useless trash, they actually dared to run?

This time, they had truly lost all face!

Damn it! This damned Human Race!

If they weren't currently unable to free themselves, they would definitely go back and teach that Human Race a lesson!

It wouldn't be excessive to tear the Human Race apart and devour them alive, drinking their blood, eating their flesh, and using their bones as pillows!

They wouldn't be able to vent their anger without doing so!

The three of them were burning with anxiety. They wished they could immediately return to lead the three tribes, stop their clansmen from panicking, and soothe their terrified hearts.

At the same time, the three of them wished they could immediately rush over and give the Human Race a Saint's palm strike, directly knocking a large number of them flat.

But they truly couldn't spare a hand or even free themselves.

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