"He looks older than his biological age because he had used a lot of his life span. I assume he had to do that to activate the broken supreme weapon," the Dragon Intent Grass replied.
"Perhaps, the ten spiritual emperors' life essence was not enough to help the Sorcerous Combat Palace hold firm against the blows from the Devil Flood Dragon tribe."
As soon as the Dragon Intent Grass finished speaking, countless people flooded out of the Sorcerous Combat Palace. One glimpse at them revealed they were all from the Desolate Sorcery tribe, and all of them were looking at Mordechai expectantly.
Among them, there were more than ten people who looked as old as Mordechai's father. It seemed as if they could die of old age at any time.
"Father, sirs, what—what happened to you?!" Mordechai stammered as he stared at the old men in utter shock.
He already had an idea why they had aged so much, but he couldn't say it out loud.
In fact, just thinking about it made his blood boil at the injustice. Hatred overcame his heart, making him grit his teeth tightly.
This intense rage activated his Sorcerous Combat Body. His veins involuntarily expanded, which increased the power of his Sorcerous Combat Body.
Perhaps, his people had sensed his strong feelings. Those who had just emerged from the palace immediately initiated their Sorcerous Combat Bodies. Some of them were innate spirits, some were mortal warriors, and the rest were just children about several years old.
They had been waiting for Mordechai for more than ten years. He was their only hope.
And now, he had finally come back. They didn't need to tolerate the abuse anymore, and the days of walking with their heads down would pass soon. Thus, they were overjoyed.
"Mordechai, now that you are back, all of our efforts have been repaid tenfold. Besides, we can live for a hundred more years, and it will be a dream coming true to witness you helping our tribe rise again before I die. Now, go! Show those devils what we can do and how powerful our special bodies are!"
Mordechai's father beseeched him.
Hearing this, Mordechai wiped the tears off his face. He collected his composure and stood tall, saying to his father, "I will definitely do my best!"
And then, he turned back to Ricky, Hayes, and Ashley and introduced them to his father.
"Father, these are my friends, and they will be fighting by my side."
"Oh, thank you very much!”
When they heard this, Mordechai's father and others expressed their sincere gratitude as they looked at the three young people. After all, they didn't have to put their lives at risk for them, but they were still willing to do so.
At this point, all the members of the Desolate Sorcery tribe were standing behind Mordechai, forming a warm fence of support. "Kill them!" they urged him with impassioned screams.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
At that moment, numerous creatures suddenly showed up outside the city. They were from the Devil Flood Dragon tribe.
Some of them had shown up in their beast forms, and they were a terrifying sight to behold. They had dark bodies as if they were made of black iron, and a strong evil spirit had shrouded them in the dark mist. They made hulking figures in the distance, as some were as huge as mountains.
Two middle-aged men stood about from the rest of the Devil Flood Dragons, for they looked more powerful and intimidating than their companies. The evil spirit they gave off was stronger than that of their own kind. They were undoubtedly the leaders.
The two of them stood tall at two meters tall, with a singular horn on their heads, and their arms had returned to their original shape. In a word, they gave off an extremely powerful vibe.
Ricky immediately felt great pressure when he laid eyes on the two men, and he proceeded to observe them secretly.
"Look. Those two are the leaders of the Devil Flood Dragon tribe. I'll leave one of them to you," Mordechai told Ricky, staring at the two leaders.
"No problem. I'll take care of one of them," Ricky confidently responded.
After saying that, Mordechai turned to Hayes and Ashley and said, "I need you two and the spiritual emperors of our tribe to handle the rest of them."
"Don't worry. I've already given my word, so you can rest assured that I will help you destroy them all,"
Hayes answered with a serious expression.
'Anyway, this is not just for the Desolate Sorcery tribe. We are doing this for the sake of the continents as well, so I need to do my best,' he thought to himself.
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