At that moment, in the temporary camp, the elders of the Five Great Races had gathered together. They had been waiting for several hours; dawn was nearly upon them, yet Xia Ping and the others still had not appeared.
"What the hell is going on? When exactly is that bastard going to attack? It's almost daylight—do they have any professional ethics at all?!" The Drought Demon Clan elder gnashed its teeth.
They had waited an entire night, their nerves stretched taut as they watched for every slightest stir outside. Even the faintest movement made them tense up, ready to fight at any moment.
One could imagine how exhausting such vigilance was, how many cells it had worn to death. If they had not feared that the human might attack at any time, they would have long since been snoring away.
Yet that human showed no intention of launching an assault. So far, all was calm and peaceful, as though nothing had happened at all. It was far too strange.
"Could it be that bastard wasn't planning to attack tonight? Did we get the day wrong?" The Slime elder voiced its doubts, wondering whether that brat had not intended to attack tonight after all.
"Impossible."
The Machine Race elder flatly denied it. "You all know what happened that day. That spy clearly said the attack would begin three days later. Tonight is the third night—how could we be wrong?!"
It had considerable confidence in its own memory.
"But why hasn't that bastard shown up yet? Is he not afraid that all his human friends will die? If he has angered us, then we'll slaughter them all tonight."
The Black Wood Tribe elder gritted its teeth, killing intent surging. Ever since encountering that bastard human Xia Ping, it felt that its temper