The Blood race’s experts had retreated, and the battlefield was silent. Pill Valley, the ancient races, the Xuan Beasts, and the others were a bit jealous now.

What if the Blood race didn’t return to attack within the next two days? If the agreed upon time passed, then wouldn’t the Dragonblood Legion have easily accomplished their mission?

Not only could they get the reward promised by the divine families, but all the immemorial essence blood gathered on the battlefield would belong to him. His luck was too good to be true!

However, no one dared to say anything. The current Long Chen could no longer be viewed as the little brat they could subdue at any time. He had already grown to the point where the world responded to him. Provoking him now could not possibly bring anything good.

The way Xia Chen had reflected the Siege War Chariot’s attacks toward them was still fresh in their memories. They could only pretend to be mute.

The Dragonblood warriors...