The skies above the small Ancient Saint City were thick with countless experts. Supreme experts rarely seen anywhere on the continent had gathered in extraordinary numbers.
The auras they gave off alone shattered the clouds for a thousand miles around. The sky lay empty and silent, with only multicolored Dou Qi light drifting and flashing, heralding death and destruction.
Ancient Clan experts continued to converge. Dou Sheng Experts held every direction, while large numbers of Black Annihilation Army Soldiers rode enormous ancient warships, their banners flying as they patrolled the perimeter and surrounded the Soul Clan.
At the center, Soul Hall Master Hun Miesheng and Ancient Clan Chief Gu Yuan faced each other coldly. Every movement of these two Third Level Dou Sheng could decide the outcome of today's battle.
I did not join them. This was the Ancient Clan's business, and with their strength, they had no need for my help.
So I took Green Luo and quietly withdrew to the roof of a pavilion in Ancient Saint City, silently watching the situation unfold.
Overwhelmed by the vast, oppressive atmosphere, Green Luo ducked her head and slipped behind me. Only standing behind me, looking at my tall figure, filled her with a sense of security.
"Alliance Leader, who do you think will win?"
Green Luo began to gossip, her voice actually growing excited. "These are the Ancient Eight Clans! The Ancient Clan against the Soul Clan, with so many Dou Sheng fighting together-this is a scene you could only find in the legends of ancient books!"
"A battle of saints, fought until the heavens collapse and the earth splits, unprecedented and never to be repeated. After one battle, one side falls in defeat, while the other rules the continent's rise and fall..."
As her words grew increasingly far-fetched, I