Burial Sky Mountain Range lay in the northwestern region of Central Continent. This area might have been unfamiliar to most people of Central Continent, but to the elders of the Ancient Clans, it was a name that thundered in their ears. After all, a thousand years ago, the Hun Clan and the Xiao Clan had fought a brutal battle in this very region.
That earth-shaking battle had ultimately ended with the Hun Clan suffering heavy losses, while the entire upper echelon of the Xiao Clan, including Xiao Xuan, perished. The clan never recovered and eventually vanished into the river of history.
Now, this ancient battlefield was about to witness another confrontation. And among the forces on both sides were still the Hun Clan and a descendant of the Xiao Clan...
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The tranquil mountain range was suddenly pierced by a barrage of rushing wind sounds. Countless figures appeared in orderly succession at the edge of the sky, swiftly converging on the enormous basin at the heart of the mountain range.
"Stop!"
Once the army reached the skies above the ancient battlefield, Gongsun Lin at the forefront raised a hand. His gaze swept across this hellscape, where the scars of battle remained visible even after a thousand years, and his voice sank. "Scouts, move out. Search the mountain range!"
As soon as he spoke, the scouts from the various clans sprang into action. They scattered in flashes, conducting a rough search of the mountain range to guard against the Hun Clan having laid an ambush here beforehand.
"Looks like the Hun Clan hasn't arrived yet."
Upon receiving the scouts' reports, everyone let out a breath of relief. They had all witnessed the Hun Clan's cunning and treachery before—and suffered no small losses because of it.
At that moment, a