Inside the main hall of the Sakura Tribe's principal city in the Eastern Region.
The Sakura Tribe's leader wore the thick Dark Gold Dwarf God Armor, a vast halo of laws at the peak Six-Star Fiend level swirling around him.
Yet the unmatched, domineering presence that had once awed the Eastern Region was now utterly gone.
He looked utterly lost, his brow filled with dejection and boundless helplessness.
Not long before, news of an earth-shattering upheaval had arrived from Demon City-a mysterious Asura expert had suddenly arrived and taken command, subjugating the leaders of all the major races across the Four Regions with absolute invincibility and unifying the frontier's order.
The news struck his heart like a boulder weighing tens of thousands of pounds, instantly crushing every scheme he had laid through ten years of war and maneuvering on the frontier.
Ten years of bloody conflict, ten years of tribal power struggles-all of it had become a joke in the end.
He stood silently in the hall for a long time before finally speaking hoarsely, transmitting an order through divine sense across the regions:
"Send word to the front. Recall all five hundred thousand troops who set out ten days ago to attack the Human Race's Blackstone Tribe."
"The situation has changed. There is no longer any point in fighting."
As his words fell, an inexplicably intense palpitation rose in his heart, bringing a faint premonition of unease.
After a brief hesitation, he suppressed his stray thoughts and made his decision.
Simply sending a withdrawal order from afar was ultimately unreliable.
The army at the front was two regions away. With information delayed, they might not stop in time.
At this point, only going there himself could eliminate any future trouble.
He turned toward the tribal elder standing beside him,