Near the Ancient Clan's grand hall in the Ancient Realm stood a training ground, where the Black Mist Army usually drilled.
This time, accompanying the clan leaders of the Lei Clan, Yan Clan, and Yao Clan were quite a few outstanding youths from the three clans.
These young people had not involved themselves in the so-called important matters, so they had all gathered here by unspoken agreement. There would always be some rivalry among the young.
Especially when the younger generations of these Ancient Races gathered together. However, the Yao Clan youths among them had just suffered a major upheaval within their clan, leaving them low-spirited and unusually quiet.
At this moment, the training ground was surrounded by a dense crowd, most of whom wore black armor.
They were the famed Black Mist Army of the Ancient Clan, whose overall combat strength was exceptionally formidable.
At the very least, aside from the Soul Clan, the Yan, Lei, and Yao Clans likely had no force capable of defeating the Black Mist Army as a whole.
The training ground was packed tight with Black Mist Army soldiers in black armor. Yet now, they were all staring at the center of the field with faint anger in their eyes.
There stood around a dozen young figures with arrogant auras. A lightning mark lay upon their foreheads—the clan pattern of the Lei Clan.
"Hehe, it seems the Ancient Clan's Black Mist Army isn't as strong as the rumors claim?"
In the field, a man curled his lips in a thoroughly arrogant and frivolous manner. However, only those who had seen him fight understood that although he looked like a spoiled young master, his strength was remarkably formidable. He had reached the Half-Saint level.
Several figures stood opposite the man, including the Ancient Clan's Young