After days of intense battles, although most of the Wood tribe's habitat had been rebuilt, a heavy atmosphere of gloom still pervaded the clan.
Losing the sacred tree's seed would gradually diminish the entire tribe's strength within a month, plunging it into decline.
Suddenly, piercing alarm sounds shattered the tranquility of the habitat.
The guards responsible for vigilance at the outer sentry towers of the Wood tribe abruptly discovered a large group of Lickers rapidly gathering on the periphery of the habitat!
Although the Lickers showed no signs of aggression at the moment, the swift assembly of such a large group instantly placed immense pressure on the entire tribe.
Unconsciously, cold sweat began to form on the forehead of the elder responsible for guarding the Wood tribe's habitat
"Don't make any moves, absolutely do not provoke them! Immediately report this to the Great Elder and request support from the Soul tribe!"
