Within the Huo Luo Clan's camp, a scarlet immortal palace hovered silently in the starry sky.
Inside, the Huo Luo Clan's Holy Maiden, Zi Xiao, sat in the seat of honor. Strong warriors of the current generation filled the seats on either side of her and below.
Among them were even a few elders, each of them gaunt and trembling, already in the twilight of their lives.
Yet the faint auras they occasionally revealed were immensely powerful.
The war between the Huo Luo Clan and the Feather Transformation Sect would determine whether the Huo Luo Clan could dominate the dozen or so nearby starfields. It concerned the fate of their entire race, so all these old fossils had emerged.
Though old, if they burned with the last of their strength, they could still fight.
"Your Highness, Holy Maiden!"
Just then, a middle-aged man, stained with blood, entered the hall. He bowed deeply to Zi Xiao and said loudly,
"News from the front lines: our warriors fought bravely and have reached the mountain gate of the Feather Transformation Sect. The sect's affiliated forces have been routed, and its main forces have retreated inside the great formation to defend themselves."
"Excellent, excellent. Who would have thought that after dominating for so many years, the Feather Transformation Sect would be such a soft persimmon? They've already pulled back behind their mountain gate."
"Your Highness, Holy Maiden, the time for our all-out assault has come. Please give the order, and I will lead our warriors in flattening the Feather Transformation Sect."
"When the time comes, all the territory under its rule will belong to the Huo Luo Clan."
At the side, the Huo Luo Clan's chief, Huo Shen, sprang to his feet at the news, visibly excited.
Though he was a Great Dao Lord,