Before the towering Infinitum Boundary Stele, the atmosphere was solemn and tense. No one dared to shout or make a fuss.
Dark clouds roiled overhead, and the black chains on the Infinitum Boundary Stele hummed and trembled, as though another lock had been fastened around the hearts of every disciple entering the battle.
Of the ten thousand disciples qualified to participate, three thousand were from "non-World King Clan" families, and they had arrived first.
After delivering them here, their elders did not dare linger for long. Some had already departed ahead of time.
These disciples, dressed in all manner of garments and styles, stood alone or in groups of three to five. Very few gathered on the scale of a hundred.
For a great clan like the Sword God Lin Clan, even without uniform attire, their sword intent, tall and lean figures, and the sharp edge of Sword Qi in their eyes were all distinctive clan traits.
The strength and scale of the various powers in the Infinitum Battlefield could also be judged from these hundred-year-old disciples before them.
The past century had been a special, gloomy, even unlucky period for the Sword God Lin Clan. Amid such upheaval and drifting, the number of talented descendants they produced had also declined.
Around three hundred was not much among the Infinitum World King Clans. It was merely average.
Li Tianming had long heard that the strongest aristocratic family on Darkstar was not the family of World King Idaiyan, but an ancient behemoth with a long inheritance upon Darkstar—the Dark Clan!
A few hours before the passage to the Oldgod Domain opened, the three thousand Dark Clan disciples finally arrived.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
A boundless spherical astralship hung across the heavens.
"Blood Abyss Eye?"
Li Tianming was slightly startled.
This astralship's shape