"ANCESTOR!!!!"
A raw, desperate scream tore across Crimaonfang Peak — a cry so full of fear it sent ice down the spines of every member of the Dragon Blood Tribe.
"NO!!! T-This can't be happening!!"
"T-This is impossible!!! This is not possible at all!!!"
All the members of the Dragon Blood Tribe cried out in disbelief and horror as they staggered backward and let their weapons clatter to the ground.
Their ancestor's death shocked them into losing the will to fight; many lowered their arms and surrendered outright.
Neither their leader nor their ancestor had been able to defeat these two women. Could they possibly stand a chance now? Could pride and willpower alone carry them to victory?
Absolutely not. The Dragon Blood Tribe had no hope of winning this battle; their strongest warriors were gone — fallen, slaughtered.
They did not even stand a chance against a single woman — much less two at once, especially with the Ogre Tribe's warriors poised nearby.
