Three years later.
At the edge of Human Territory.
The grand Immortal Pass stood tall, its terrifying formations shrouding a vast expanse.
Human higher-ups stood atop it, every one of them stern and murderous as they gazed beyond the Immortal Pass.
Ten incomparably ancient warships stood there.
The warships had been forged from bronze and were covered in scars, clearly having endured countless dreadful wars.
Half-step Transcendence-grade and Dimension-level beings of the Spirit Clan stood aboard them, coldly staring at the human higher-ups on the Immortal Pass, their eyes brimming with killing intent.
They simply could not understand it.
How had the Human Race suddenly produced so many Half-step Transcendence-grade and Dimension-level beings in a mere thousand-odd years?
Rumble—!
The starry sky shook violently as three utterly crimson warships squeezed out from torn spatial rifts.
Each warship was ferocious beyond compare, with the skulls of Quasi-Transcenders hanging from their prows. They were chilling, terrifying, and seethed with killing intent.
A Blood Sea surged within the warships. Peak Blood Clan experts stood upon it, likewise glaring fixedly at the humans atop the Immortal Pass.
"Did your Spirit Clan all grow up eating shit?"
"You couldn't even keep an eye on the Human Race?"
"After this battle, the Human Race must be placed under the custody of my Blood Clan."
Blood Yuan, a Blood Clan Quasi-Transcender, spoke coldly.
"The Spirit Clan truly is trash!"
"The Human Race actually grew to this extent right beneath your noses!"
"You might as well kill yourselves together. Staying alive is a waste!"
The starry sky was torn open once again as Origin Clan beings arrived aboard warships, speaking in fury.
"Spirit Clan trash."
A God Clan warship burst forth, and an icy voice rang out from it.
Upon learning of the Human Race's rise, the four