"Just wait. I've already called for reinforcements. The army of my Chaos Ancient Clan is on its way, yet you attacked me without so much as distinguishing black from white."
"You attacked my clansmen without distinguishing right from wrong. Once my clan's army arrives, you will definitely pay the price."
High above the firmament, the three-headed, six-armed monster sat cross-legged in the void, sneering incessantly at the formation suspended in the air.
Eleven figures sat cross-legged around him. All of them had their eyes closed, their hands constantly forming seals as laws circulated without cease.
"Wutu, doesn't your Chaos Ancient Clan merely want to use this opportunity to sink its claws into the Origin Continent? Must you dress it up in such grand and righteous words?"
"So in the end, we're the ones in the wrong?"
An elderly man spoke helplessly, a trace of resignation flashing through his eyes.
"Heh, now we have a legitimate reason. The entire Heavenly March Prefecture will belong to my Chaos Ancient Clan in the future. Not only that—even the whole of Heaven Province, and indeed the entire Origin Continent, will belong to our Chaos Ancient Clan."
"As for you universe-born creatures? Don't worry. We will make you disappear completely. You do not belong in the Boundary Sea."
The central head of Wutu sneered repeatedly, then gritted its teeth and began resisting the suppressive force of the formation.
Though these eleven old fellows were all show and no substance, once the formation was activated, he was pinned firmly in place. That was rather uncomfortable.
"Heh, we universe-born creatures do not stir up trouble, but neither do we fear it. Since your Chaos Ancient Clan has repeatedly come looking for trouble and repeatedly sought to provoke war, then come."
"Do you really think we fear you?"