Outside the Ancient Hunting Grounds, within the Elemental Temple, only the Saint Gold Race's mid-level god and Young Lord Dark Moon remained. The powerful figures from the other twenty-four races had already learned of their clansmen's deaths through their respective secret arts.
They knew full well that the Saint Gold Race's and Silverglade Demon Clan's demigods had most likely done it. But their races had no power to challenge those two ancient god races. Besides, it was not worth making enemies of two ancient god races over a single demigod. Thus, they did not even leave behind any threats before departing.
The Saint Gold Race expert had been in high spirits these past few days. Seeing these people leave, he knew his disciple had done it. Only his disciple working with Young Lord Dark Moon could have killed the demigods of the other twenty-four races in such a short time. Just as he was proudly admiring his disciple's strength, a golden bead in his hand suddenly exploded!
"Bang!" The Saint Gold Race expert's face instantly twisted with fury. He punched the ground and glared at Young Lord Dark Moon. "My clansman is dead!"
"What?" Young Lord Dark Moon feigned surprise. "How could this have happened?"
"Isn't it obvious? Your clansman did it." The Saint Gold Race expert's face was frosty. If the Element Spirits had not been controlling God King Tier spells, he would have punched Young Lord Dark Moon to death.
"Don't jump to conclusions. Don't forget that there is a third race inside the Ancient Hunting Grounds. No one knows how strong that fire demon truly is. Perhaps he is stronger than we think." Young Lord Dark Moon took out a silver dial, whose light flickered erratically. Clearly, his clansman had also suffered severe injuries.
The Saint Gold