The leaders of the two topmost powerful clans, both hailing from the Blood Realm, didn't possess unwavering confidence of triumph.
Secondly,
The origins of these two rascals was overly terrifying, and the existence that backed them was far beyond what they could provoke.
From time immemorial, Ancient Divine Birds and Ferocious Beasts were born with strong bodies, close to gods, with a vast future ahead of them.
However, the Human Race was different, starting from weakness, undergoing slow and painstaking cultivation; only one could break free from the billions of living beings and reach the high status of a God.
Let alone them, even an ancient kingdom couldn't go against a single Deity.
The best way was to suffer in silence, to internalize their discontent.
"We must accept our loss, let's go!"
The strong men from both clans spoke and led their large troop to retreat to a side.
"Elder, are we really leaving here?"
Someone raised a question among the Rain Clan.