Hidden Sword Main God was going mad.
The Flying Snake Race was now ablaze with war on all sides.
Ever since the human Upper Gods destroyed their ancestral grounds, the entire race had suffered who knew how many invasions and provocations from outside enemies.
Yet he still could not find the enemies!
That sword-wielding dragonman in the Dark Domain had vanished without a trace. They had clearly sealed every entrance and dispatched countless clansmen to search the Dark Domain, yet they had never found any clue.
The first human Upper God had seemingly vanished from the face of the world. There were no traces of his visits throughout the void, and even after searching the vast starry sky with Eternal divine sense, they had found nothing.
Besides those two, the tribal borderlands on the outskirts of the Mist Realm had been bathed in blood by an incomparably beautiful human woman. Another second ancestral ground on the opposite side of the Six-Armed Continent had been crushed and plundered by a massive Giant Whale Upper God. Even the outer tribal grounds in neighboring star systems had been utterly wiped out in a huge melee.
The Flying Snake Race was finished...
No, more accurately, he was finished.
Hidden Sword Main God did not dare face the Old Ancestor.
Nether Serpent Old Ancestor had said he would return in ten years. A year had now passed, yet not only had Hidden Sword Main God made no progress and failed to take down a single enemy, he had even allowed the race to grow weaker and weaker. The number of Six-Winged Upper Gods had fallen from over a hundred at its peak to fewer than seventy.
The losses among Two-Winged and Four-Winged clansmen, as well as the lower-ranking members of the race, were even more