And so, the three of them hurried back to the beleaguered Goldeagle Tribe, which was steadily losing ground.
The arrival of two warriors at the Nine-star Extreme Realm instantly turned the tide of battle. After all, the Clan Leader of the Vulture Clan was only at the level of a Seven-star Pattern.
Seeing their plans on the verge of collapse and their efforts about to be for naught, how could the inherently greedy Vulture Clan swallow this defeat?
They turned their venomous gazes toward Drake, the mutated Goldeagle who had once been just one step away from the leader's position in the Goldeagle Tribe.
Now, he was nothing but a cripple with a shattered Star Pattern.
'If we can capture him and take him back to our tribe, string him up on the sacrificial altar, and let our clansmen peck him to death, it would serve as a warning to the Goldeagle Clan! Even if we failed to seize their territory this time, the reputation of our Vulture Clan won't be tarnished!'
