Old Allies

The territories of the Black Dragon Clan and the White Dragon Tribe are adjacent, a location originally chosen so that the two clans could help each other. However, in recent years, it has facilitated the Black Dragon Clan's invasion.

In just a few days, this once peaceful and tranquil place was stained with a strong stench of blood.

At a glance, the ground was almost covered with the scales and bones of the Dragon Race, and most of these bones were wearing black armor.

Not far from Lianheng Mountain, where the two clans meet, in the newly built camp, the Patriarch Xuan paced back and forth. The sounds of fighting had been silent for a long time, but no one had come to report on the battle situation, which made even him somewhat worried.

Fortunately, not long after, a figure covered in blood stumbled back to the camp.

"Chieftain, Chieftain! We've been tricked! The White Dragon Tribe never let any of our able-bodied men leave. We were surrounded as soon as we stormed Lianheng Mountain! Of the more than 500 men we sent, only I survived!" These words had exhausted the warrior's strength, and he immediately fainted after speaking.

The Patriarch Xuan clenched his jaw and waved for his men to take the warriors away for treatment.

Xuan Han stepped forward at the opportune moment. "Clan leader, it seems the White Dragon Tribe had already guessed our plans. No wonder that old fellow surnamed Bai didn't go to watch the competition this time; he was waiting for us to make our move!"

Sighs echoed one after another within the tent. They had assumed that the White Dragon Tribe had left their elite troops on the Gods and Devils Battlefield, and that the rest had been taken to Jialan City by their young master. They hadn't expected that such a powerful force would remain.

Their plans failed, and five hundred of their clansmen lost their lives. Such a crushing defeat will inevitably have an impact on the Black Dragon Clan.

Furthermore, given the setback at Xuan Jingshan, if they cannot reverse the defeat, the Black Dragon Clan may truly be doomed!

The Patriarch Xuan absolutely could not accept this outcome.

"Wasn't it said that most of the White Dragon Tribe's fighting force was on the Gods and Devils Battlefield? When were they recalled?! How come we know nothing about this?" someone asked sternly from inside the tent.

The Patriarch Xuan closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid the White Dragon Tribe has been planning this for a long time. Every so often over the years, they've replaced a group of people from the battlefield. It's probably during this period that they made their move, sending more people back than back, thus slowly withdrawing their fighting force from the Gods and Devils Battlefield."

Upon hearing this, someone asked curiously, "But the Gods and Devils Battlefield is such an important place, why are they only sending so few people? What if the Devil Creature break through their defenses?"

"Ha!" Before the Patriarch Xuan chief could explain, someone sneered, "Haven't any of you heard that the White Dragon Tribe has produced a formidable young general?"

The person asking the question was startled, "That person is powerful, but he's only one person. How could he possibly stand against so many strong young men of the White Dragon Tribe?"

Hearing this, the Patriarch Xuan took a deep breath. "There is no other explanation. This time we misjudged them, and we have no choice but to admit defeat!"

Even the clan chief had said so, so everyone understood that the Black Dragon Clan was destined to suffer this injustice in silence. After all, they had attacked first, and even if they brought this up with the Azure Dragon Clan, they would be in the wrong.

Having lost so many outstanding juniors, yet gaining nothing in return, the people in the camp were filled with both anger and regret.

I should have listened to the clan leader's arrangement and married that young master of the White Dragon Tribe.

Xuan Han was unaware of the regret in the hearts of the others; he was filled only with resentment. "Clan leader, are we just going to let this go? Let's try attacking again; perhaps this time there will be a turning point?"

The Patriarch Xuan gave him a cold glare. "Fight again? Don't you think our people have died enough?! Besides, where do we have any warriors left to fight the White Dragon Tribe?"

The birth and maturation of Dragon Race are extremely difficult, and each member is a precious treasure. After this battle, they have already suffered too many losses, and if the fighting continues, the Black Dragon Clan will truly have no way out.

"You may all leave now. Let me think about it some more." Too impatient to listen to their commotion any longer, the Patriarch Xuan waved them all away.

The tent fell silent again, but Patriarch Xuan's mind was far from calm.

Their clan had been arrogant for far too long, never imagining they would taste defeat in a single day. Had he known this would happen, he shouldn't have...

"Xuan Hetian, Xuan Hetian!"

A faint voice kept calling the name of the Patriarch Xuan. He looked towards the screen inside the tent following the sound, but could only see a blurry shadow.

The Patriarch Xuan mustered his courage and walked over. He suddenly pushed open the screen, and when he saw the person inside, his Patriarch Xuan shrank.

The pale-faced young warrior wore a snow-white suit of armor. A thin line of blood ran down his neck, and it was this line that stirred up the memories of the Patriarch Xuan.

"Long time no see, Xuan Hetian..."

The warrior, radiating an aura of death, didn't move a muscle, yet the sound still reached the Patriarch Xuan's ears.

"You haven't forgotten me, have you? We're best allies, you know. I've done so much for you, I'm practically an old friend."

The Patriarch Xuan swallowed hard, beads of sweat constantly forming on his forehead.

He naturally recognized who the guy he was talking to was, but he never imagined that this guy could escape from the Gods and Devils Battlefield.

"Your Dragon Race bodies are quite useful. If I had known, I wouldn't have thrown Bai Yi into the crevice in the first place. I should have kept him to use for me." The White Dragon Tribe youth in front of me moved his limbs like a puppet, guided by a red string.

Seeing this, the Patriarch Xuan was filled with dread, and his fear intensified.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, lowered his eyes, and concealed his thoughts. "Since you've already escaped, why are you coming to find me?"

Their initial collaboration was purely driven by self-interest, and after that incident, there shouldn't have been any further involvement. Now that this entity has approached me again, what exactly does it want?

The ethereal voice suddenly burst into wild laughter, making the Patriarch Xuan even more nervous.

"How naive, Xuan Hetian! You don't actually think that a deal with the demon is enough after just one time, do you? The rewards you gave me can't compare to what I've done for you! I've wanted to ask you for it for a long time, but you haven't gone to the Gods and Devils Battlefield, so I had no choice but to come looking for you..."

Wisps of black mist seeped from the body, slowly enveloping the Patriarch Xuan.

He tried desperately to escape, but for some reason, he couldn't move his feet at all.

"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Just tell me!"

That ghostly voice rang out again. "Very well, I like people who know when to yield. So first, offer up your Black Dragon Clan's Dragon Pearl!"