Within the valley, Feng You brandished her phoenix spear.0

With a voice trembling with fury, she shouted, “You’ve gone too far! How many times do we have to say it?! We’ve sworn on our ancestors’ souls that the Sovereign Source is not here! You have no right to keep targeting us!”0

Behind her stood several elders of the mixed beast race, all wearing grave expressions. None of them had anticipated such a disaster to fall upon them so suddenly.0

The mixed beast race had always been careful not to provoke others. Even when provoked, they endured in silence. Yet, despite their caution, calamity had still descended.0

They didn’t know anything, but then, one faction after another arrived at their gates, demanding the Sovereign Source and threatening to exterminate their entire race if they didn’t get it.0

From those demands, the mixed beast race could piece together what had happened: a small scouting party of theirs had likely obtained a Sovereign Source in Sovereign Fall Land, and now...0