"This is bad! Stop, now!"
Mang Kun, that old fox, was running the fastest, so his sudden stop was startling.
But that surprise quickly turned to stunned shock.
Before them, strands of Earth Flame Poison Locusts, like black hairs, hung down, forming a dark curtain that completely blocked the path ahead.
"GASP!"
Everyone was taken aback.
Mang Kun's face turned ugly, and a bitter taste filled his mouth. A hint of powerlessness flickered in his cunning, fox-like eyes. 'Unbelievable... just unbelievable. I, Mang Kun, have schemed my entire life without a single failure. To think I'd run into a Poisonous Locust Mother Insect this time... Is my lifelong reputation going to be buried here?'
The faces of the War Race powerhouses turned sorrowful.
These War Race Tribes on the outskirts lacked the status and power to remain in the core and Central Regions of the War Race, and had thus been pushed out.
They ended up languishing here.
