Long Aotian stepped forward and smiled faintly.
"Let's go."
Long Aotian took a step forward and strode grandly toward the ruins.
Ye Lin, Long Aotian, Yun Qiyue, Hua Feiyi, and Shi Potian walked at the very front.
Behind them followed several dozen young powerhouses from the Eastern Region of the Origin Continent.
Some wore brocade robes with Long Swords at their waists.
Some wore plain clothes and went barefoot, holding bamboo staffs.
Some rode snow-white exotic beasts, looking majestic and imposing.
Some floated in midair, standing atop dark clouds.
Their auras varied—some sharp, some steady, some strange and elusive—but without exception, they were all outstanding figures among the Eastern Region's younger generation.
As they drew near, the Chaos Ancient Clan standing ahead actually began to retreat on their own.
Not slowly, but in panicked retreat.
Those densely packed figures of every shape and form parted to either side like a receding tide, yielding a broad passage before Ye Lin and the others.
Their bodies trembled.
The spider-like ones, the jellyfish-like ones, the wheel-like ones, the nearly transparent ones tangled like tree roots—all the Chaos Ancient Clan members were backing away, all trembling.
On closer inspection, these Chaos Ancient Clan members were not afraid of the others. They were afraid of Ye Lin.
Afraid of the young man walking behind Long Aotian, calm-faced and with his aura restrained.
Afraid of the God of Slaughter who had just used a small bell to kill three experts with Imperial Clan bloodlines.
Looking around, the overwhelming majority of these Chaos Ancient Clan members came from the royal bloodline of the Chaos Ancient Clan.
Royal blood flowed through their bodies; among the Chaos Ancient Clan, they held lofty status and possessed formidable strength.
Ordinarily, they stood high above all others, regarding other races as ants.