Within a Folded Space corresponding to a famous mountain somewhere on Earth, an army was collectively crossing the boundary. Blood-colored golden light flickered around them—the protection of saintly power.
"So this is the mother planet? It truly is a divine land. It should belong to our West Forest Clan. The natives now on Earth claim to be descendants of the purebloods from back then, but each generation has been worse than the last. There is no hope left in them. Our ancestors' choice was the right one."
"The West Forest Clan has returned!"
A figure who had successfully crossed the boundary roared. This boundary-crossing army was the vanguard of the West Forest Army. Nearly a hundred people had appeared in this Folded Space. Most were protected by Sacred Blood, while only four or five had no bloody light outside their bodies. This meant they had successfully crossed worlds.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The field within Earth's Folded Space erupted continuously, clashing against the Sacred Blood protection on the West Forest Army vanguard. In the blink of an eye, nearly half of the West Forest Army was torn apart by the field, suffering Body and Spirit Annihilated.
"West Forest Army bastards, what right do you have to cross worlds and return to Earth..."
A voice suddenly rang through the Folded Space. A flame-wreathed figure appeared abruptly. His condition was extremely strange, as though he were highly unstable.
"Are you an Earth native? Or some rebellious descendant of the kings who fled back then?"
A descendant of the West Forest Army said coldly, "If we're being precise, you are the bastards. The pureblood ancestors of your branch have already perished. Do you think you can overturn the heavens by yourself?
"In terms of bloodline purity, our branch is purer than you mixed-blood descendants!