Three nights later, under a moonless sky with howling winds.
The temporary camp of the Five Great Races was extremely quiet. Countless elite soldiers lay in ambush in the shadows, suppressing even their breathing, and the air brimmed with a grim, murderous chill.
At this moment, all the elders had gathered in the camp headquarters. Their expressions were relaxed, unlike the tense soldiers, because victory was already firmly in their grasp.
To deal with Xia Ping and the others, they had notified their clans and dispatched a large number of elite soldiers. It could be said that the elite forces of the Five Great Races had already converged here.
No matter how many helpers that human had by his side, they could not possibly be a match for the Five Great Races.
"When will that human attack?" The Drought Demon Clan elder was growing impatient, desperately wanting to see that human's stunned, despairing expression.
"Don't rush. I hear he plans to attack around three or four in the morning, when we are at our most lax." The Machine Race elder wore an air of one who held every move on the chessboard in his palm.
"That human is quite cunning, choosing to attack at such a time."
The Rock Giant elder sneered repeatedly. "But he never could have imagined that we've prepared a grand gift for him. I hope he doesn't piss himself in fright later."
It clenched its rock-like fists, producing a series of cracking sounds.
"Soon. Very soon, it will be that human's day of death. He toyed with our Five Great Races for so long—tonight, we'll finally bring this to a perfect close."
The Black Wood Tribe elder radiated killing intent. It had waited long enough to kill that human. Even for a creature with tremendous patience,