“Long… Chen…!”

When they saw Long Chen, all those ancient race experts’ expressions changed. Long Chen had descended on their tribe from the sky.

“Wow, tortoise lairs are very lively. You actually had so many people gathered. I suppose you must have been discussing me, right?”

Long Chen’s gaze quickly swept through everyone here. He saw that not everyone here was from the tortoise race. The majority were from other ancient races.

It was too obvious what they were thinking. They were definitely after him.

Through Evilmoon’s senses, Long Chen had found the place with the strongest bloodline aura of that old tortoise amongst these scattered tribes. That was why he had come here.

The ancient races’ tribes were different from the human race’s sects. They had no protective formations around them. First of all, they didn’t need them because no one dared to touch them. The second reason however… was rather embarrassing. It was because they had no idea how to set formations up.

The entire tribe...