Even the weakest clans in the Myriad Races Corridor had at least dozens of prodigies here, while some major clans had tens of thousands. Thus, when a force of roughly equal strength approached, the Purple-Eyed Clan's prodigies were not especially afraid.
"People from the Azure-Eyed Clan." Zi Guang snorted.
I glanced at the race rapidly approaching, and memories surged up again. There were indeed tens of thousands of races in the myriad-race world, but not every race differed drastically. The Purple-Eyed Clan and the Azure-Eyed Clan, for example, were not ancient races. Both had gradually evolved from the Colorless-Eyed Clan.
The Purple-Eyed Clan lived in places where night lasted longer than day, so they excelled at using elements that often manifested in the darkness, such as thunder at night and the kindling of fire.
The Azure-Eyed Clan was different. Because they lived in the far north, where daylight stretched on endlessly, they were more adept with elements that coexisted harmoniously with nature, such as ice and wind. Their eyes consequently tended toward a deep azure.
Aside from that, their bodies were not much different.
Of course, if one insisted on finding a difference besides their eye color, it was that their skin was fairer. Nearly every one of them looked either handsome or beautiful. However, because they wrapped themselves so thoroughly, their figures were naturally less striking than those of the Purple-Eyed Clan, whose clothing was mainly tight-fitting.
The feud between the Azure-Eyed and Purple-Eyed Clans had also existed for a long time. Supposedly, their ancestors had a grievance, which was why the two clans had gone their separate ways.
After drawing close, the Azure-Eyed Clan did not immediately approach us. Instead, after flying alongside us, they began sizing up our group.
Naturally, we began sizing them up as well.