Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, endless ages had passed.
The Primordial Land had become even more devastated. Collapsed mountain ranges stretched everywhere, vast cracks crisscrossed the earth, smoke from war rose on all sides, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses piled into mountains.
The Phoenix Clan retreated again and again from north to south, until their defensive line finally withdrew to Undying Volcano.
Their defeat and destruction were merely matters of time. As a result, the Dragon Clan's morale soared.
After all, they were about to become the foremost race of the Primordial World. At the thought of standing high and roaring, making all races submit, every dragon's blood boiled.
In contrast, the Phoenix Clan's morale grew weaker by the day. All that remained was the thought that dragging an enemy down with them before dying meant they had not lost out.
Yuanfeng and Primordial Phoenix had been lured into the Primordial Chaos by Dragon Ancestor Zulong and Torch Dragon, where they fought a great battle.
The Four Seas Dragon Clan surrounded Undying Volcano, while the Phoenix Clan resisted desperately. Like the Qilin Clan of old, surrender seemed not to exist in their blood. Or perhaps everyone had killed until their eyes ran red—no phoenix considered surrendering, and no dragon wanted these phoenixes to surrender.
One Phoenix Clan expert after another fell. Among the phoenixes who had safely retreated to Undying Volcano, only Fire Phoenix, Jin Feng, and a few others remained. Qingluan, Great Wind, Peacock, and Roc had all died.
Some of the people Wu Chu knew, including Phoenixes such as Feng Xi and Fengyang, had also perished.
Both Fire Phoenix and Jin Feng had suffered injuries to varying degrees.
From time to time above Undying Volcano, members of the Phoenix Clan cried out