If he could not advance any further, his tribe had already reached its limit in size. Sooner or later, it would flourish to its peak and then decline.
Since the opportunity was right before him, why not stake everything on one desperate gamble?
For this operation, Old Monster Jingkui had painstakingly laid his plans, spending vast amounts of time and effort and using resources beyond counting.
He had even handed all the ingredients for refining the Sumeru Sacred Dao Pill to Lu Xiaotian. Now that Old Monster Jingkui and Lu Xiaotian had fallen out, there was no taking it back. He could only keep going.
The threat posed by the Dragon Clan army was immense, but Old Monster Jingkui still had a chance. As long as he did not care about the casualties among his tribe, he could buy himself time to forcibly seize the Dragon Clan totem.
In truth, events were unfolding just as Old Monster Jingkui had anticipated. The Crystal-Winged Light-Whisker Beasts under his command were no match for the Dragon Clan army. They were now holding back the Dragon Clan formations at the cost of their lives.
The Dragon Clan charged left and right, but for a time, the Crystal-Winged Light-Whisker Beasts surging from the black hole still could not fully stop their advance.
Old Monster Jingkui gritted his teeth and began chanting a spell. The Crystal-Winged Light-Whisker Beasts pouring out of the black hole underwent a change.
The newly emerging Crystal-Winged Light-Whisker Beasts were as round as balls, and their bodies continued to swell.
"Dragon Shield Formation!" Zi Luo sensed the danger and immediately ordered the Dragon Clan to change formation.
A squad of Dragon Clan members opened their mouths, and shields etched with dragon patterns flew out, forming a massive shield wall.
Boom, boom, boom!