Although Ling Tian and the others had fooled the people of the Ancient Races with their act, the experts of the three great races were now at a severe disadvantage. They might flee despite knowing they were bound to lose. After all, divine artifacts were precious, but once they were dead, they would have no chance to use them.
The Ancient Races still had seven Quasi-Near-Gods. Though all of them had suffered some injuries, their strength remained formidable. Ling Tian and the others had no confidence they could seize Benlei from them and then escape unscathed.
Thinking of this, Ling Tian and the others grew worried.
After sensing the situation for a moment, Lian Yue said, "Brother Tian, the experts of the three great races are getting a little timid. They'll probably flee soon. What should we do?"
Ling Tian glanced at Benlei, who was suppressed and unable to break free. His expression grew resolute. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Move closer to the people of the three great races. We'll help them. But remember, don't confront the people of the Ancient Races head-on, and watch out for the people of the three great races suddenly turning on us."
At his words, Ming Ye and the others' eyes lit up. They were all clever, and instantly understood Ling Tian's intention.
The people of the three great races were at a disadvantage largely because the Ancient Races' innate secret arts were terrifying, especially the Ye Ling Clan's ability to merge with the void and launch surprise attacks. But Ling Tian and the others were perfectly suited to counter those abilities. With them joining in, the three great races' situation would improve considerably, allowing them to keep fighting the Ancient Races.
As long as the battle continued, both sides would keep losing