On the Volcano Continent, atop a dead volcano whose energy had been depleted by years of constant eruptions.
At this moment, dozens of terrifying figures in black-and-white robes stood indistinctly on the volcano.
At the same time, a terrifying pressure spread out. Its source was the golden-robed man standing at the head of the dozens of figures on the volcano.
The golden-robed man's expression was calm, and his sturdy body radiated an imposing aura that commanded awe without anger.
There were no fluctuations of spiritual energy around him, yet when facing him, even Maha Lie clearly revealed a trace of respect. The many elders of the Maha Ancient Clan behind him had taken a step back, not daring to stand beside him.
"Speak. What trouble did you encounter that you actually sent out a Red Immortal Grade Call for Help?" The golden-robed man gazed into the distance and asked indifferently.
As a force with an ancient heritage, the Maha Ancient Clan had extremely strict rules. In the past, whenever they encountered trouble they could not resolve, they could request aid from the clan.
A Red Immortal Grade Call for Help meant requesting the descent of an Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign from the clan—and specifically a Late Immortal Grade Sovereign. This level of aid was almost second only to a Saint Grade request within the Maha Ancient Clan.
Therefore, after receiving the call for help, the golden-robed man grew curious and actually took the initiative to lead people here.
After all, although the Great Thousand World was vast beyond measure, with forces as numerous as the stars, there were probably only a handful of people who dared provoke the Maha Ancient Clan.
The golden-robed man wanted to see who would dare provoke the Maha Ancient Clan.
"Reporting to the Young Clan