On the way back, Jia Wudao and the experts under him could not figure out the real reason for their failure.
They only felt that the Primitive Tribe had suddenly turned from a bunch of ants to a ferocious beast. The emergence of this ferocious beast was also very strange.
This was because the civilizations of the myriad worlds had never heard of the Primitive Tribe. However, the composition of the Primitive Tribe was also very strange.
As they approached the Heavenly Path, Jia Wudao finally received some news. The Primitive Tribe was mainly composed of the Human Race, Wu people, Asura, Celestial Race, and some other ancient races.
Among them, the Human Race was the main race, while the rest were the Wu people, Asura, and Celestial Race. In the Chaotic World, there was no such race or civilization as the Demon Race.
Most of the Demon Race had their own civilizations in the Chaotic World, or they had been destroyed.
The Human Race was not the main race? When he thought of Ye Tianze, the new Master of Chaos, Jia Wudao could not help but feel a chill in his heart.
In the Chaotic World, the Human Race was the largest race, even surpassing the Confucian, Buddhist, and Daoist sects. They were even more terrifying than the Star population and the Shanhai Clan.
The Human Race was the main race in the myriad worlds. The reason was none other than the support of the Confucian, Buddhist, and Daoist sects, as well as the two generations of Nirvana Lords who were Human Race.
Jia Wudao began to suspect that the Human Race was plotting something behind the Desolate Tribe.
If that was the case, even if the myriad worlds united, they would not be able to do anything.
However, as soon as this thought appeared, he extinguished it. The reason was very simple. If the Human Race really wanted the Land of Chaos, they did not have to go through so much trouble. With one word, the myriad worlds would be mobilized.
The more Jia Wudao thought about it, the more he could not understand. Just as he was puzzled, a new problem appeared in the past few months.
His army was left with less than three hundred million soldiers. Seventy percent of the one billion soldiers were lost. This was already considered a failure.
However, these three hundred million soldiers were the essence of the one billion soldiers. Most of them were from the advanced civilizations, while those who were abandoned were from the intermediate civilizations.
However, this was three hundred million cultivators. That was three hundred million mouths to feed. Although cultivators could abstain from food, the consumption of cultivators when they were moving and resting was hundreds or even tens of thousands of times that of ordinary living beings.
The Fringe was a barren land, where would they find enough yuan energy for them to absorb? Moreover, they had put aside their cultivation and formed an army to come here. They couldn't possibly use up their own resources.
Just the amount of purple coins was not enough to fill their mouths.
Their biggest problem was that they didn't have enough resources. With the resources they had prepared for three years and an army of one billion soldiers, they should have been able to conquer the Fringe.
However, they were inexplicably defeated by this inexplicable Great Desolate Race member. They even lost close to seventy percent of their forces. They were chased around and killed like ducks.
Right now, resources had become their greatest disadvantage. When an army was on the move, the most important thing was resources. Without resources, the army was like a sheet of loose sand.
Jia Wudao was even worried that these cultivators would immediately scatter and hide in the Fringe after they were deprived of the resources they were given.
If that was the case, he would not only be criticized when he returned, but he would also be punished.
Although he was a cultivator of the Limitless Dao and had absolute authority, he was not the only cultivator of the Limitless Dao in the Myriad Realms. There were even more powerful existences.
"If we were to be caught up and a battle broke out, I'm afraid that this bit of resources won't even last for ten days!" Jia Wudao said regretfully.
If he could have protected the flying shuttles before this, he would not have to face the current situation.
Now, even if he reached the Path of Heaven, he would not be able to defend it. Without resources, these cultivators would not exhaust their yuan energy to fight for them.
However, he still received a piece of good news. The Path of Heaven was right in front of him. They took eight months to reach it, but only three months to return.
This was the effect of cutting off one's tail to survive. If not for that, he would not even have ten days' worth of food left. Ten days' worth of food was enough for him to leave the Path of Heaven and go to the Myriad Realms to seek reinforcements and help.
However, it was impossible to defend the Path of Heaven and establish a race here.
"Rumble!"
Loud sounds could be heard. Jia Wudao and the warlords from the other civilizations were all nervous. They had a bad feeling.
If their escape route was cut off, they would really be finished!
A pale-faced personal guard came forward to report, "Reporting to the grand marshal, our … our path of retreat has been … blocked off by those prehistoric hungry ghosts!!"
"What did you say?" Jia Wudao's face darkened.
"The Path of Heaven has been blocked." Being stared at like this, the soldier broke out in cold sweat.
"What did you call them in the middle?" Jia Wudao asked.
"Great … Great Desolate Race?" The soldier trembled, not knowing what he had done wrong.
"Great Desolate Race? Who allowed them to call us that?" Jia Wudao's eyes were filled with killing intent.
"The entire … the entire army calls them that," the soldier said.
Jia Wudao's face turned even uglier. When they came, they had called the Great Desolate Race ants. Now, the entire alliance army had changed the way they called them.
Great Desolate Race?
Although he did not know how hungry the Great Desolate Race were, he knew that the cultivators of these civilizations had to call other cultivators' Great Desolate Race 'to show how hungry they were.
He did not punish the soldier. This time, he personally went to the frontlines and found that there were two armies waiting for him.
It was only when he saw how the armies were lined up and how imposing they were that Jia Wudao understood part of the reason for his failure.
At this moment, Jia Wudao knew that he had no way out. He had to break through the armies in front of him in ten days to escape.
This was no longer a question of whether he could take back the Land of Chaos. It was a question of whether he could escape.
He could escape alone, but the three hundred million soldiers would definitely die here. As the commander of an army, if he escaped alone, how could he report back?
Jia Wudao's body flashed and he appeared in front of the army. He faced the Storm Army and Heaven's Equal Army alone without any fear.
When the aura of the Limitless Dao spread out, it was not inferior to the aura of the two armies. In fact, it even overshadowed the aura of the two armies.
"Those who stand in my way shall die!"
With an angry roar, the two legions immediately felt a huge pressure coming from the front. Even though they were in formation, their aura was still suppressed by a level.
However, although Feng Wu Hui and Yuan Mo were afraid, they did not waver. The Storm Army was the same. Only the newly formed Heaven's Equal Army was shaken. However, when they saw that the Storm Army was unmoved, they calmed down.
Seeing this, Jia Wudao frowned. He was a dignified Limitless Dao cultivator. Even if he did not order the two armies to retreat, he should at least make them waver.
However, he realized that the two armies did not have any intention of wavering. At this moment, he suddenly understood the difference between the armies under his command and the ones before him.
They did not lose unjustly. However, he did not understand. Where did this army come from?
Seeing that they were unmoved, Jia Wudao decided to teach them a lesson. He took a step forward and the void was torn apart.
It formed endless ripples that spread out towards the two armies. Feng Wu Hui and Yuan Mo's faces changed drastically.
However, at this moment, a figure appeared out of nowhere. He gently raised his hand and the endless ripples were instantly smoothed out. It was like a receding tide on the surface of the sea.
"I blocked it. What are you going to do about it?" Ye Tianze, who had rushed over, smiled. "I almost fell asleep from waiting!"
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