Masked figures—clad in black skintight clothing, wrapped in black cloaks, their faces hidden behind masks of every kind. Metal masks, wooden masks, leather masks, stone masks, masks of every conceivable material; weeping faces, laughing faces, furious faces, sorrowful faces, every expression imaginable. Strange and grotesque masks hung upon faces tall and short alike, displaying the full complexity of human emotion. They made these people seem like ghosts stepping down from statues, steeped from head to toe in a dark, sinister air.
Elite members of the tiger clan guarded this plaza. When they saw the magic teleportation array light up, several Tiger Guards in heavy armor strode over. At the sight of the tall man in purple robes leading the way, respect appeared on their faces. But when they saw those eerie masked figures, they instinctively drew their weapons.
"Third Ancestor, who are these people you've brought?" bellowed a burly man with a shaved head and a face full of unkempt beard.
The tall man addressed as Third Ancestor said nothing. He walked up before them and lightly pressed his long-knuckled hands against the burly man's chest. With a dull boom, both the demigod-grade armor and the man's body shattered at once. A Tiger Guard of the tiger clan, whose strength had reached the peak of the demigod realm, exploded in midair into a rain of blood mist.
The blood mist, carrying a pungent stench of blood, sprayed in all directions. The other Tiger Guards were enveloped by it, and their bodies burst apart like eggs struck by giant hammers, likewise becoming thick crimson mist. The blood mist spread outward, swiftly shrouding the tiger clan elites around the plaza. Then their bodies all exploded into fragments at the same time.
With a single casual palm strike, three thousand tiger clan elites