There is no guarantee for the lottery? So what?

“There's also the matter that we can't bring along large chunks of the Heavens…”

After a brief deliberation, they decided—to split their forces.

All those capable of aerial combat would intercept the Carefree Sword, whether they could fly themselves, had long-range attacks, or were small enough to ride the flying ball monsters.

As for the rest, those who couldn't fly, couldn't fight in the air, or were too large, would sneak attack Green Cloud Mountain.

As long as one side succeeded, they could survive under the mountain's shadow.

The beasts were working hard…

In a vast underground palace somewhere in the Giant Beast Mountains, a massive one-eyed Lymph Rattlesnake flicked its giant tail that could shatter mountains:

“Hiss~ ~ ~ Green Cloud Mountain, Carefree Immortal, how I've missed you!”

As the previous patriarch of the Lymph Rattlesnake tribe, it had participated in the joint siege of Green Cloud Mountain and survived that battle.

However, it had suffered severe injuries and developed a strong resentment towards Green Cloud Mountain.

This sneak attack would be either its death or the humans' demise!

“Molehead of Absolute Mountain, stop hiding, let's go, get revenge!”

It looked around the empty cave, its heavy breathing echoing in the quiet place.

Silence.

Suddenly, a faint voice came from somewhere:

“Lymph Snake King, you were beaten like that because you're too conspicuous. For a sneak attack, you need to learn to be stealthy. You go ahead, I'll follow you underground.”

“Coward! Let's go!”

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“Brave and fearless tribesmen, we are now facing a critical moment for our race. If we don't fight to the death, we will perish!”

Beneath a waterfall in the northern part of the mountain range, a huge cave was hidden.

A round creature stood on a high platform, speaking to tens of thousands of its similar tribesmen below:

“For the continuation of our Crimson Pearl Dragon race, for the glory of our number one tribe, today we will launch a full-scale attack on Green Cloud Mountain and seize the other dimension gate! Let's go!”

“Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!”

This vast swarm of Crimson Pearl Dragons emerged densely from under the waterfall, each riding a water-made skateboard, speeding towards Green Cloud Mountain.

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“Leopard Head, are you guys ready?”

Over a hundred Pig Head tribe members marched mightily through the mountains, occasionally encountering another group of beasts gathering.

The Pig Head tribe leader teased the familiar Leopard Head:

“You haven't even got half your people here yet. Too slow. How can you beat that sword like that? I'm afraid the beast haven't all arrived before people fly away.”

“Hurry up and go attack your Green Cloud Mountain, you're too nosy. You say we're slow, but you still have a long way to go to Green Cloud Mountain. Hurry up and get lost!”

Leopard Head rolled his eyes and lightly kicked it, urging his tribe to use their wind power to give the Pig Head tribe an acceleration boost.

Watching the large, fat pigs, averaging over six meters tall, disappear into the distance, Leopard Head suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

Could this be the last time they meet?

If so, would they die or would he?

“Continue scouting. Flying Ball Chief, how much longer until that sword reaches our ambush point!”

“One more hour!”

Watching the Flying Ball Chief fly down from the sky, Leopard Head asked:

“By the way, why didn't you tell us sooner that it was that sword that attracted that mountain?”

Hearing his question, the Flying Ball Chief's almost transparent face suddenly drooped:

“Now that things have come to this, I won't hide it from you. After our Flying Ball Monster tribe discovered that sword, we wanted to shoot it down and obtain the tool to control that mountain, but we all failed and lost many good balls.”

“You were thinking of using that mountain to sit on the throne of the Giant Beast Mountain King after you succeeded, right! Flying Ball Chief, you're something else.”

Leopard Head knew it would be like this.

Although the various alien races were generally harmonious, that was only in the presence of external enemies.

If there was an opportunity to annex the other party, they would definitely do it. The Flying Ball Monster tribe doing this was already within his expectations.

Unification, not shameful.

“It's come to this, let's not blame each other. Our tribes must abandon past grievances. We can fight each other, but we can't be wiped out by others. Let's do him!”

“Let's do him!”

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“Emergency situation, emergency situation! According to spies, those alien races will unite and attack Green Cloud Mountain and Carefree Sword in two separate groups! They are in danger!”

“Vampire Teacher, don't worry. Didn't we already prepare for this?”

Hearing [Not Talented]'s voice in the earpiece, Dong Gula, sitting in the Green Cloud City Lord's mansion, lowered her index finger, which was only wrapped with white hair.

Yes, they had already prepared. What was there to be afraid of?

She was already in her twilight years and not as steady as the younger generation. It was a bit embarrassing.

She said slowly into the earpiece:

“You guys decide. You young people are good at these things. I'll just take care of gathering information.”

[Add Oil]'s voice came next:

“Yes, Senior Vampire, don't worry. We will definitely not let them go. It's just a little alien race. If they dare to attack, they will definitely dare to die.

Moreover, if they want to launch an attack at this time, there won't be too many of them. We don't even have to worry about the curse. We'll just wipe them out.

But I still have to stay in the south to carry out missions. I'll leave this matter to you old seniors. It's a pity that I can't participate in such a large-scale event, unable to show my own value. It's truly a great misfortune in life.”

Listening to his long speech, although the last sentence made people feel a little speechless, he still made the current situation clear.

Those alien races definitely wouldn't bring all their tribesmen if they wanted to attack.

Just like in cultivation novels, the Nascent Soul battlefield only depends on the battle results of the Nascent Soul cultivators. Those Qi Refining stage cultivators or mortals don't even have the qualifications to watch the battle.

Want to watch?

The aftermath alone could kill them.

Not to mention launching a large-scale attack, it would purely be dragging them down.

So, there definitely wouldn't be many of them coming, so there's no need to worry about the curse brought about by killing them.

“It's just, what about that alien beast that will take someone's ability away if it's killed?”

Hearing [Add Oil]'s question, the grumpy [Warm Emperor] said loudly:

“Who cares! I'll burn them all to death! Trading my old life for a group of them is worth it!”

He had long advocated exchanging his old life for it.

Isn't it just that it will ignore any powers and directly kill the person who kills it? Anyway, his old bones have lived long enough. Killing it before he dies, what is there to be afraid of alien races after that?

[Gambler] Mo Wang's deep voice came:

“Old Warm, calm down. We just need to stop them. There's no need to kill them all.”

“Stop them? I can't handle that. I only know how to kill. Don't call me if you don't kill them!”