They had wiped out the Heavenly Hound Tribe with such ease.
At that moment, everyone in the Golden Lion Tribe was brimming with confidence.
In their eyes, the Heavenly Hound Tribe was even stronger than the Spirit Clan, so attacking the latter would naturally be effortless.
And this was exactly the effect the Golden Lion King wanted.
His original intention had, of course, been to obtain the divinity stillbirth first, at any cost.
But so many things had happened in the Golden Lion Tribe that their hatred for the Heavenly Hound Tribe had reached its peak.
If he forced them to attack the Spirit Clan, their lack of unity would only ruin things.
The Golden Lion King was deeply wary of the Spirit Clan's divinity stillbirth.
Heaven had died, and the gods had perished.
Yet the realm of divinity had always remained beyond the reach of cultivators.
Throughout the long history of cultivation, no one had ever heard of a cultivator becoming a god.
Now that the Golden Lion Tribe was united, he would have plenty of tribespeople to die for him when they attacked the Spirit Clan.
"My fellow tribespeople!"
"In ten days, we'll drink to our victory again!"
The Golden Lion King threw back his head and let out a wild roar.
Roar!!!
The lion's roar thundered through the air, setting the Golden Lion tribespeople's emotions ablaze. They all followed their king in throwing back their heads and roaring.
The next day.
After wiping out the Heavenly Hound Tribe, the Golden Lion Tribe took only a brief rest before charging straight toward the Spirit Clan's ancestral grounds!
The Spirit Clan's ancestral grounds.
Inside an ancient stone hall.
"Chief, why didn't we go to the Heavenly Hound Tribe's aid?!"
"That was our last chance."
"Once the Heavenly Hound