"Old Ancestor Hongjun?"
"What... are we... doing?"
"I feel like something is controlling my primordial spirit."
Seeing that the newcomer was Old Ancestor Hongjun, Prime Kirin and the others came to their senses, all utterly shocked.
"Fellow Daoists, baleful qi has clouded your minds. Stop fighting and look around you."
Hongjun sighed and pointed his whisk toward the battlefield below.
"How... how did this happen?"
Ancestral Dragon and the others widened their eyes. Below them, their people's eyes were filled with a blood-red glow, their expressions savage as they wielded weapons and fought their enemies without fear of death.
Countless had been killed or wounded, blood flowing into rivers. For billions of miles around, not a blade of grass remained.
Qing Xuan was equally anxious. If they kept fighting, the Alliance of a Hundred Clans would exist in name only.
Just then, Hongjun swept his whisk, and a stream of clear qi passed over everyone.
In an instant, the violent aura around them gradually faded, and stunned expressions appeared on their faces.
When they saw the horrifying scene around them, they were all dumbfounded and unable to believe it.
"Did... I do this?"
Some looked at their blood-covered hands, their eyes wide.
"What have I done?"
"Huh? Wasn't I killing members of the Kirin Clan? Why am I killing members of the Dragon Clan?"
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have brought my clansmen here. I am the one who harmed the Kirin Clan."
Prime Kirin looked at the few remaining clansmen below, filled with regret.
He had clearly sensed beforehand that this campaign might fail.
Yet, in order to compete for the so-called Primordial Wilderness fortune, he had still come here, causing the Kirin Clan grievous losses.
Looking at the scattered remnants of the Kirin Clan, if they continued fighting,