Inside the chief's thatched hut, Jiang Feng, Mu Li, and Qiu Ya stood before Senior Hou.
Ever since Nassar had been taken away by the clan, Senior Hou had no choice but to assume the role of the tribe's acting chief.
"Elder Hou, what exactly happened?" Mu Li asked.
Senior Hou let out a sigh.
"You know that the Diga Tribe has never gotten along with us. There have always been plenty of conflicts between us."
"In the years since the chief was taken away, the tribe has declined with every passing year."
"The Diga Tribe had long been itching to make a move."
"Not long ago, during a gathering mission, one of our teams encountered a divine beast at the second level of the Divine Power Realm."
"Just as the team was going all out against the divine beast, a Diga Tribe team suddenly appeared. Not only did they steal the spoils, they also killed five of our Battle Gods."
"You know how badly we suffered after the battle with the Rootless Cold Sparrow. Losing another five Battle Gods has left the tribe critically short on fighting strength."
"Using that as leverage, the Diga Tribe demanded not only that we hand over all our supplies, but also that we give them half of our World Gods."
"Otherwise, they said they would force their way into the camp and wipe us out completely."
Jiang Feng snorted coldly when he heard that. "There's actually such a thing!"
World Gods were the foundation of a tribe's development. Battle Gods could safeguard a tribe's combat strength, but World Gods existed to provide the tribe with a steady replenishment of fighting power.
The Diga Tribe had opened its mouth and demanded half of their World Gods. To the Black Stone Tribe, that was a