"It was beginning."
"All of you, open your eyes wide and watch carefully. Record the scene from multiple angles. This battle can be placed in the secret vault as Family Inheritance, for our clansmen and future descendants to observe and learn from. Let those arrogant youngsters know that beyond the heavens are heavens."
The old man in purple did not forget to educate his clansmen as he arranged for the juniors to record every detail.
Not many others did the same. They were all ancient, populous Aristocratic Clans, fully aware of the importance of Family Inheritance.
The four Mysterious Feathered Persons had truly been enraged.
Even from the rear, they could still feel the scorching heat of the crimson clouds that filled the sky.
The Saint Dynasty army retreated again and again, keeping as far away as possible. Leaves sprouted from the enormous phantom of the Wutong Tree, which towered like a mountain. Vermilion leaves spread like clouds, like a canopy covering the sky...
The four Half-Dragon People immortal generals looked up at the gigantic tree descending over them.
Out of habit, they first lowered the transparent visors of their helmets, their hands clad in gloves of exquisite armor plates gripping their sword hilts.
They drew their blades—identical long-handled Ring-pommel Sabers.
The four of them had essentially confirmed the identities of the Mysterious Feathered Persons. Their talent was indeed formidable; they had already stirred changes in the energy of the surrounding region. Within the range of the crimson haze, they received a boost. That towering tree was the release nexus of the fiery clouds, half-real and half-illusory, red haze billowing fiercely.
Entering it would bring suppression. It had to be destroyed first.
They inwardly sighed at the profound foundations of an ancient race. Worthy of divine beasts born in accordance