For now, however, the Huang Clan was only a Tier-B Sequence Race on the surface. Its foundation was still unstable, and the main body of the race had yet to truly take root on Blue Star.
It seemed too early to immediately take on a behemoth like the Black Tortoise Race.
Likewise, the Eighth Prince, who had lost his beloved son, and the forces behind his crocodile clan's principal consort were equally unable to directly strike at the Huang Clan, which was far beyond the Wildlands Battlefield.
"Now..." Xu Kun's voice suddenly turned sharp. A keen aura that had lain dormant for a long time, as though it wished to split heaven and earth apart, rose from his body. "The Huang Clan's period of concealment... is over!"
He rose to his feet, his eyes blazing as he swept his gaze across every core member in the hall.
"Next, it is time to let the myriad races witness the Huang Clan's true... formidable edge!"
Yanran's heart jolted at those words, and an indescribable excitement and tremor swept through her entire body.
Since the Huang Clan had emerged from the Wildlands Battlefield, aside from the initial conflicts with the rat clan and cat clan, as well as the recent clash with the clam clan, it had made truly few moves!
Relying only on the reinforcements sent by the cat clan, they had already swept through more than ten Tier-B Races like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves!
By now, the number of Tier-B Races trampled beneath the Huang Clan's feet had reached an astonishing fifteen!
Such a record would have been utterly shocking in any same-tier struggle for supremacy throughout the history of the War of the Myriad Races!
Yet in Xu Kun's words, this was merely the result of a "period