Central South Wilderness, South River, Mountain Turtle Tribe.
"We didn't expect that shortly after we arrived in the central region, before we even had a chance for revenge, the Red Ant Tribe was already gone."
Shan Jia sat by the river channel created by the Turtle God, watching the shimmering water. His gaze held a bit of sentiment, a bit of disappointment, and his expression was highly complex.
Ever since Jiang Xuan told him this news, Shan Jia had been sleepless, because their enemy collapsed on their own before they even took action, like punching into cotton, leaving him very uncomfortable.
"The leader was wrong."
The Witch of the Mountain Turtle Tribe slowly walked over: "Although the clansmen of the Red Ant Tribe have all defected, the Red Ant God is still there, those Red Giant Ants are still there, and the relic of the Old Turtle God remains in the Ant Nest, waiting for us to retrieve it."
