Ten years later, deep within the Feng Yuan Continent, above an ancient battlefield designated as a forbidden zone, nine Mahayana Cultivators from different races flew expressionlessly through a fiery storm capable of shredding Integration Late-stage cultivators!
Although all those present were Late Mahayana Stage beings, their positions in flight vaguely divided them into two factions.
A closer look revealed that the leaders of these two factions were respectively a gaunt Jia Tun Clan old man clad in black robes, and a Mayfly Race old man wearing a five-colored brocade robe with a string of gleaming silver beads around his neck.
"Brother Xu Ling, judging by the time, it should be about now. Do you think he'll come?"
This Black Robe Elder was the Great Elder of the Jia Tun Clan—the foremost clan among the great races of the Feng Yuan Continent. His cultivation was at the Peak Mahayana Stage, otherwise known as the Tribulation Stage.
Yet his expression was extremely grave at this moment, as if he feared something.
"Why wouldn't he come? You should know that even if all of us joined forces, we still couldn't keep him here!"
The Brocade Robe Old Man was clearly the Mayfly Race's Great Elder, Xu Lingzi. After glancing at the other party, he retorted annoyedly.
After this great war, the Mayfly Race had suffered no small losses at the Jia Tun Clan's hands. They had only managed to hold onto their position as the second greatest race after annexing two other great races!
"Is this man really that strong?"
The Jia Tun Clan's Great Elder immediately furrowed his brow, somewhat unconvinced.
When Luo Hong's reputation had been at its peak, he had been in seclusion cultivating. Though he had appeared during the later stages of the war, Luo Hong had already begun