In the end, three Shadow Clan True Lords at the Dao Integration Stage fell. As for the other cultivators, the number killed was impossible to estimate.
After that battle, the entire Shadow Clan became the laughingstock of the Eastern Continent.
A mighty clan had been turned upside down by a single Human Race powerhouse on its own territory, and three of its Dao Integration True Lords had even fallen.
From then on, the Shadow Clan could no longer hold its head high for ten thousand years.
And this incident stayed with every member of the Shadow Clan.
"Good, good. It seems there's no settling this peacefully."
After speaking, the Shadow Clan leader at the front looked at his people behind him.
By then, all his clansmen had arrived—a full ninety-two.
The other eight had died on the very first day after entering the ruins.
"We've got sixty-three on our side, one of them badly wounded. They've got ninety-two. Are we really going to fight?"
The man standing beside Zhao Huaian picked his nose and ran a hand through his messy hair, speaking nonchalantly.
"Ten thousand years ago, a Human Race powerhouse made the entire Shadow Clan tremble. Today, we, the younger generation, can do the same."
"A base, lowly race like this deserves to be trampled beneath our feet."
Zhao Huaian's face was grim.
In ancient times, the Shadow Clan had assassinated who knew how many Human Race prodigies. The relationship between the two clans went without saying.
"Leave two people to protect the wounded. The rest, follow me and kill."
"Ten thousand years ago, our clan's powerhouse suppressed the entire Shadow Clan and made them tremble. Today, we can do the same."
After speaking, Zhao Huaian shook his spear and charged at the Shadow Clan at the head of