The Heavenly Hound Tribe had no chance of defeating the Golden Lion Tribe in a head-on fight.
But if they kept infiltrating its territory, harassing it, and carrying out bloody assassinations, they could still make life difficult for the Golden Lion Tribe.
That was also what the Heavenly Hound Tribe did best.
"Our strength alone is still far too meager."
At that moment, even Ye Shi harbored no hope of getting lucky.
They still did not know exactly what had happened in the Golden Lion Tribe.
But the Golden Lion King's decision to kill Night Mist to quell public outrage showed that the Golden Lion Tribe's hatred for the Heavenly Hound Tribe had reached an unprecedented level.
That hatred could not be erased, which meant neither side would rest until the other was dead.
Of course, Ye Shi also felt helpless.
He had done absolutely nothing, yet he had been dragged into this all the same.
Such were these chaotic times.
Without absolute strength to protect them, living peacefully in their own corner of the world was impossible.
"Then our only option is to seek cooperation with the Spirit Clan..."
An elder of the Heavenly Hound Tribe spoke.
In truth, many members of the Heavenly Hound Tribe had felt a sense of shared doom when the Golden Lion Tribe attacked the Spirit Clan.
They feared that once the Golden Lion Tribe destroyed the Spirit Clan, the Heavenly Hound Tribe would be next.
That was why they had secretly contacted Elder Wushu. Unfortunately, Nangong Zheyue was quite stubborn and refused a marriage alliance with the Heavenly Hound Tribe.
Ye Shi had originally thought that Nangong Zheyue would eventually agree if the Golden Lion Tribe applied a little more pressure.
Who could have expected the situation to change so quickly? Now they