"Destroy my Winged Clan? Don't you think that's going too far?"
Elder Yuan Peng's expression was cold and grim. "The cultivators of my Winged Clan would rather die than submit. We can at least knock out a few teeth of the Bone-Pattern Sacred Clan! Besides, our clan has blood-oath alliances with the nearby Mirror-Scaled Fish Clan and the Human Clan..."
"Heh heh... A mere few minor clans, and you think you can scare me?"
The tall Saint-Order member of the Bone-Pattern Sacred Clan sneered. "I know... you're holding a 'secret covenant ritual,' trying to contract a Mahayana existence from the Great Void as your clan's guardian deity... You want to stall for time?"
Without waiting for Yuan Peng to react, he continued, "It's useless... Our clan invited Lord Ao Yin, whom we worship, to use his Divine Ability and isolate this place from the Great Void... And the Ancestor has already set out personally to slaughter your clan's grand elder."
"What?" The Bone Inscription Ancestor had personally taken action?
Yuan Peng was utterly shocked. A few beads of cold sweat had even appeared on his forehead.
The Bone Inscription Ancestor was the patriarch of the Bone-Pattern Sacred Clan. Rumor had it that he had already cultivated to the Mahayana Stage, comparable to some relatively weak Mahayana existences born from the Great Void.
As for Ao Yin, he was considered powerful even among Mahayana existences. He had accepted offerings from the Bone-Pattern Sacred Clan long ago and served as its guardian deity.
The Bone-Pattern Sacred Clan's move was like pressing a great mountain down on an egg, preparing to annihilate the Winged Clan with absolute strength!
Just as his mind trembled, a ferocious look flashed across the Bone-Pattern Sacred Clan member's face opposite him, and his left hand sent three white