Rushing to the Rescue

The Spirit Heart Race Clan Leader's roar startled everyone.

The Swiftfoot Great Emperor's expression turned somewhat grim. He asked, "Spirit Heart Clan Leader, what happened?"

"Damn Black Tiger Race Pirate Group! They attacked our Spirit Heart Race's Third Batch Army!"

The Spirit Heart Race Clan Leader roared, unable to contain his fury.

"That's actually a good thing. Notify that side to hold back the Black Tiger Race Pirate Group as much as possible. We'll rush over now."

The Swiftfoot Great Emperor was not alarmed; instead, he was delighted.

In his view, not only was this not a bad thing, it was an enormous piece of good news.

Because they finally knew the Black Tiger Race Pirate Group's location.

That was far better than waiting for the search teams to slowly look for them.

If they could arrive before the other side withdrew, they might even be able to wipe out this Black Tiger Race Pirate Group in one fell swoop.

Of course, there were bad points too.

The first and foremost was that this Black Tiger Race Pirate Group had actually taken only a little over two days to reach the location of the Third Batch Spirit Heart Race Army.

That speed far exceeded his expectations.

But compared with the benefits, it was still not much of an issue.

Another bad point was that the Third Batch Spirit Heart Race Army would probably suffer considerable losses.

But compared with the good news, that was even less worth mentioning.

In the Swiftfoot Great Emperor's eyes, although the experts of the Third Batch Spirit Heart Race Army had all been transferred over to this side, making them completely unable to withstand the Black Tiger Race Pirate Group and turning it into a one-sided slaughter...

This army, after all, was still inside large