Immediately after, The owners of those dozen or so Auras transformed into streaks of dazzling light, each a different color yet all swift as lightning, tearing through the sky.
Ignoring the chaotic battlefield below, they shot toward the floating black war chariot in a posture almost like worship.
Where the flowing lights passed...
Even the void bore faint traces of distortion.
In the blink of an eye.
More than a dozen figures arrived before the war chariot almost simultaneously, dropping to one knee in midair with their heads bowed in reverence.
Their forms varied greatly. Some were as burly as mountains, while others were lean and swift as lightning...
Yet without exception, each radiated obscure, abyss-deep, unfathomable energy fluctuations.
They were, astonishingly!
All terrifying old monsters at the Half-Venerable Realm!
These beings, who could ordinarily reign supreme over any stretch of sea and stir up the winds and clouds, had now reined in all their arrogance before the war chariot.
All that remained was absolute respect and obedience.
With these Half-Venerables gathered together, the atmosphere abruptly became incomparably grave.
Like the dead silence before a storm.
After a brief silence, a detached, calm voice carrying unquestionable authority slowly emerged from within the war chariot.
It fell clearly upon the ears of every Half-Venerable:
"The smaller clans that have submitted to our clan... their living forces have been nearly exhausted."
The voice paused slightly before continuing:
"If we keep wearing each other down like this, we will only waste troops with little to show for it...
And cause our own clan to suffer unnecessary losses."
The words were like a boulder cast into still waters.
At once, a Half-Venerable old monster clad in blood-colored scale armor, seemingly the most hot-tempered of them all, spoke up in agreement. His voice boomed like