The fighting in the Primordial World kept escalating, gradually turning into large-scale warfare. The flames of conflict swept across the entire Primordial Continent.
"Hmph, you've gone too far! You actually dare attack our Sky Bird Clan in the open."
"Our Dragon Clan was born noble. The Heavenly Dao appointed us rulers. The Primordial World belongs to us. Submit, or perish."
"Hmph, what an outrageous claim. The Primordial World stretches for billions of miles. You dare proclaim yourselves supreme? Aren't you afraid the Heavenly Dao will punish you? Leave at once!"
A haughty Dragon Clan cultivator held a flower basket in his hand and pointed at a Phoenix Clan cultivator. "You're the ones who should leave. If you don't submit, the warriors of our Scale Armor Race will slaughter every last one of you."
The Phoenix Clan cultivator flew into a rage. He waved the command flag in his hand, and a vast, dark cloud appeared in the sky, radiating scorching heat. It was an army of Fire Bird cultivators from the Flying Bird Clan.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Fireballs filled the sky and whooshed toward the Scale Armor Race's army. Incredibly hot waves of air scorched the skin of the Scale Armor Race, while thick smoke rose from the ground, where flames had spontaneously ignited. The fire formed the shape of a phoenix in the sky, which cried out and swooped down.
The Dragon Clan cultivator smiled faintly and activated the flower basket in his hand. It rapidly enlarged in midair, swallowing up every last flame.
The Phoenix Clan cultivator was shocked. His opponent had come prepared.
The young Dragon Clan cultivator raised the golden spear in his hand and swept it forward. The army surged into battle.
Streams of magical power and divine abilities swept toward the three clans' armies, blotting