Vast earth, boundless sky.
Amid clusters of white clouds, a towering figure appeared, standing upon the firmament.
This man was none other than Rong Tian, the Rong Clan's patriarch.
He turned to look into the distance. He had sensed the upheaval in the Ancestral Land; the killing formation had already been activated.
This meant that more outsiders had truly entered.
He had to return at once to ensure the Ancestral Land's safety.
But then he looked ahead again, where a small city came into view.
He had tracked them all the way here, expending tremendous effort and following every thread of evidence before finally reaching this place.
He could not be certain whether that outsider was inside this small city.
After all, there were still other clues that he had not had time to investigate one by one.
In short, there was a considerable chance that the small city ahead was the outsider's hiding place.
He needed to drag them out and kill them in one stroke.
But time was running out. He had to return to the Ancestral Land as quickly as possible, so he had no time to enter the city and investigate carefully.
Only two paths lay before him now. One was to abandon the pursuit and return directly to the Ancestral Land.
The other was to strike directly, whether the outsider was in the city or not, and wipe out the entire city in a single blow.
Without much hesitation, Rong Tian immediately chose the second option.
That was to abandon every clansman and every member of the other subordinate races within this city.
Even if there was only a ten or twenty percent chance of killing that outsider.
Immediately, dense fire power gathered in his palm. Then, he raised his hand and struck a palm