They were in a miserable state, their robes torn to shreds, blood staining the corners of their mouths, and their auras weakened to the extreme. It was obvious they had suffered serious injuries.
"Big Brother, those four old bastards!" Elder Silver gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with lingering fear.
"Kill that beast first!" Elder Gold pointed at the crazed Cai'er and shouted harshly.
The three joined forces once more and surrounded Cai'er.
Hidden within the Tagor Desert, Protector Wu watched everything unfold, the black mist around his body trembling excitedly.
"Die! The more, the better!"
"So many souls, hehehehe... I really came to the right place this time!"
Protector Wu greedily sensed the Soul Power drifting from the battlefield, though a trace of doubt arose in his heart.
Where was that mysterious Dou Zong?
Why had he not appeared yet?
Had the intelligence been wrong?
Or had he already left?
Protector Wu suppressed the greed in his heart and decided to wait a little longer.
He would wait until the battle ended, until everyone was utterly exhausted, before stepping out to reap the benefits.
On the battlefield.
Facing a Two Star Dou Ancestor and two injured Peak Dou Emperors, Cai'er gradually fell into a disadvantage even after assuming her true form.
Her enormous body was already covered in wounds deep enough to expose bone. More than half her seven-colored scales had fallen away, and her blood dyed the desert beneath her red.
"Yue Mei! Hua She'er! Leave now! Take the surviving warriors and go!"
Cai'er let out a weak hiss. Her massive tail swept across the battlefield, forcing back the Golden Silver Elders and creating an opportunity for the remaining clansmen to flee.
"No! Your Majesty! We will not leave!"
Yue Mei, Hua She'er, and the others