Their original advantage vanished, replaced by deep unease and worry.
They deeply understood the decisive role of Saint-level powerhouses in war; the appearance or disappearance of each Saint-level powerhouse could alter the entire course of the battle.
Now, the birth of a new Saint-level powerhouse in the Human Empire forced them to re-examine their strategies and deployments.
In a spacious tent, Beast Emperor Doragohn, the Golden Lion Beastman, sat enthroned, resembling a towering mountain, exuding majesty and dominance.
His noble bloodline was among the most esteemed within the Beastman race.
The Golden Lion clan, possessing Sixth-Order strength upon adulthood, seemed naturally positioned at the pinnacle of power.
Doragohn possessed a golden mane as dazzling as the sun, each strand standing erect, like burning flames,
highlighting his strength and majesty.
His facial features were distinct, as if carved by a knife and axe; his golden eyes sparkled with wise light,
as if capable of discerning everything.
Beneath his high, straight nose, tightly closed lips curved slightly upward, revealing an innate confidence and pride.
His robust body was covered in golden fur, his muscle lines as hard as steel, each muscle seeming to contain infinite power.
Doragohn surveyed the chieftains of various tribes below, his voice steady and powerful: "The emergence of a new Saint-level powerhouse in the Human Empire undoubtedly presents us with a great challenge. Now that the situation is critical, what are your thoughts, chieftains?"
Silence filled the tent, the chieftains sensing the gravity and expectation in the Beast Emperor's words.
An elderly Beastman chieftain was the first to break the silence.
This chieftain's figure was slightly hunched, but his eyes revealed the wisdom accumulated over the years. His fur was already somewhat gray. This Beastman, hailing from the Ape tribe, bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the emergence of a new Saint-level powerhouse in the Human Empire has indeed placed us in a predicament. We must re-evaluate their strength and adjust our strategy. With the increasing number of human experts, we cannot act rashly. Perhaps, we can strengthen our alliance with other organizations. I believe the Bloodtear Organization will intervene."
Doragohn nodded slightly, looking towards another chieftain with double horns on his head and a burly physique: "What are your thoughts?"
The burly chieftain furrowed his thick brows and said loudly: "Your Majesty, alliances are important, but we cannot rely solely on others. Our warriors are brave and fearless; we should take the initiative and inflict heavy blows on the humans while their new Saint-level powerhouse has not fully stabilized their strength. Let them know that we Beastmen are not to be trifled with."
Doragohn remained noncommittal, then looked towards a younger chieftain: "What is your opinion?"
The young Fox tribe chieftain pondered for a moment and said: "Your Majesty, taking the initiative shows courage, but it is too risky.
We cannot act solely on impulse. The current situation is complex, and we need to consider it more carefully. Perhaps we can send spies deep into the Human Empire to understand the specific situation of their new Saint-level powerhouse and the humans' strategic deployments. Only by knowing ourselves and our enemy can we make the right decisions."
At this time, another chieftain said: "Easier said than done. Trying to infiltrate human society is not easy. I don't trust the so-called Bloodtear Organization; they are all humans in the end."
Just as the chieftains were discussing, the tent flap was lifted, and a lithe, elegant figure walked in.
It was the Tigerman chieftain, with a cascade of silvery hair and eyes like brilliant sapphires, radiating a mysterious light. She bowed slightly, her voice crisp and melodious: "Beast Emperor, hearing of the emergence of a new Saint-level powerhouse in the Human Empire is indeed a thorny issue. In my opinion, the White Tiger tribe and the Golden Lion tribe working together,
are sufficient to crush the Human Empire. If we continue to hesitate, we might as well go home."
Doragohn narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and said: "Chieftain Heysel speaks with reason, but cooperation between the two tribes is not easy and requires careful planning."
At this moment, White Tiger tribe chieftain Heysel walked in, her pace elegant and unhurried.
In Beastman society, the White Tiger tribe held a position equal to the Golden Lions, except that the Tiger tribe preferred to nest in the mountains and dense forests, and had always lacked interest in invading the Human Empire.
Chieftain Heysel smiled and said, "Your Majesty, the humans have only had one Saint-level breakthrough. Is there a need to be so nervous?"
Doragohn looked at Heysel, his expression serious, and said: "Chieftain Heysel, you must not be careless. Each additional Saint-level powerhouse among the humans increases the threat to us. We cannot underestimate their strength and must be fully prepared."
Heysel raised her chin slightly and said: "Your Majesty, the White Tiger tribe has always kept to itself. This time, we are taking the initiative to attack the Human Empire because Your Majesty has offered sufficiently attractive benefits. If we continue to delay, I cannot guarantee that my tigers won't get hungry and start eating things they shouldn't."
Doragohn felt helpless in his heart. He was constantly weighing the pros and cons.
Finally, he nodded slightly and said: "What you have said is all reasonable. The emergence of a new Saint-level powerhouse among the humans does indeed pose a great challenge to us. But we Beastmen have never feared challenges. We must comprehensively consider various factors and formulate the most suitable strategy for us. Once the next intelligence from the Bloodtear Organization arrives, we will act. We must know where the humans' main defensive areas are before we can attack."
The chieftains nodded in agreement.
In a certain dense forest, sunlight filtered through the lush branches and leaves, forming patches of dappled light and shadow.
A temporary stronghold stood quietly above the forest. Compared to the Elves' exquisite treehouses, these strongholds seemed rather crude.
They were built from rough timber and vines, lacking elaborate decorations, but possessing a simple sense of practicality.
"Lord Pufa, this time it was my mistake. I didn't expect that the Beastman messenger would actually possess a Seventh-Order cultivation base." The speaker's face was full of remorse, a hint of self-blame in his eyes.
The commander opposite him was none other than Pufa of the Special Operations Camp, exuding a calm and powerful aura.
Pufa frowned slightly, looked at the subordinate in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "This time there was indeed an accident, but we cannot only dwell on mistakes. The current situation is not optimistic, and we must be more cautious."
