"Who can say otherwise? There are only so many Golden Immortal-level experts currently known among the dragon race, especially in the Xiaolong Mountain Region tribes. They've already played all the cards in their hands. If the other side really had some trump card, they couldn't possibly stand by indifferently while most of the tribe was wiped out. Besides, the dragon tribes are all jealously guarding their own little patch of land now. With the outcome already set in stone, why would anyone come here to clean up the mess in the Xiaolong Mountain Region?"
Yuan Tianguang sighed. The successive omens had caused considerable losses to both the Qilin and Corpse races. If they couldn't ferret out the mastermind behind it all, not only would the two races most likely continue suffering unending losses, their morale would also take a tremendous blow.
"Who it is doesn't matter right now. What matters is dragging them out from behind the scenes. Your Shunli tribe possesses the Hidden Nether Pot and excels particularly at concealing its tracks. You should have a way to block this mastermind, shouldn't you? Our Qilin race went all out in this assault on the Xiaolong Mountain Region. I'm afraid your Corpse race will have to take the lead on this matter." Lin Zhengfeng spoke.
"This person—or perhaps there's more than one—won't be weak. But since they favor targeting Corpse or Qilin tribes that are neither too large nor too small, their strength is likely extraordinary. We might not even gain the upper hand against them. Shun Dongxiao has a closer relationship with your Qilin race. This time, let's use our Corpse race as bait. If we really hook a fish, Shun Dongxiao and I will make the first move. If the two of us can't handle it, you can