Another day passed. At the headquarters of the Five Great Races' temporary camp, quite a few racial elders had gathered. They were eating lunch, chatting casually, and fostering goodwill.
"Report!"
All of a sudden, a scout came running in, panting heavily.
"What is it?" The Drought Demon Clan elders frowned. If it were not something important, this scout would not have barged in so rudely and anxiously.
The scout took a deep breath and shouted, "Reporting to the elders, we have discovered the whereabouts of the human Xia Ping."
What?!
Upon hearing this, the elders of the Five Great Races all rose to their feet and stared fixedly at the scout. "Speak. Where exactly is that human Xia Ping? Where did you find him?"
They were instantly overjoyed. After searching for that human for so long, they had finally found traces of that bastard Xia Ping. At least their efforts over these past days had not been in vain.
"Right outside our camp." The scout wore a strange expression.
The Black Wood Tribe elders were dumbfounded. "That human is outside our camp? What do you mean by that?"
"Could it be that the brat knows he cannot escape, so he has delivered himself into our hands?" The Machine Race elder's eyes flickered. It was utterly baffled by this matter as well.
Faced with the pursuit of the Five Great Races, that brat would have been one thing if he had not fled or hidden—but he actually dared to appear openly before them. He was simply courting death.
"Impossible. That human is vicious beyond measure. If he truly feared our Five Great Races, he would not have dared lay hands on our fellow clansmen. Could this be some kind of plot?" the Rock Giant elder said in a deep, rumbling voice.