Two Great Ancestors!

The wind howled. The Void Realm had no space, no time, nor any elemental energy, yet now, a storm faintly rose within the empty Void Realm—a storm of laws!

More than five hundred Legendary Mages, along with thirty-six Titled Legends and six Great Monarchs, were led by Santo the Arcane Mage. Such a force was enough to sweep through many weak civilizations.

But what they faced now was the Rock Clan, the far-from-weak Rock Tribe Civilization!

"Hanla, in the last War of Civilizations, your Rock Clan suffered grievous losses. I did not wish to suffer further losses myself, so I did not pursue the matter. Yet your Rock Clan refused to mend its ways and dared invade the Spellcaster Civilization again. Very well. This time, your Rock Clan will not be so fortunate."

Santo the Arcane Mage looked at the empty Void Realm ahead and the somewhat ruined Planes. These were all Planes that had been left desolate by the previous War of Civilizations.

He knew the Rock Clan had to be nearby. They had already drawn so close to the Rock Clan that the other side could not possibly remain unmoved.

After a while, terrifying auras suddenly emerged one after another. Then, Ancestral Forms actually rose out of the empty Void Realm.

Yet Hanla, the Rock Clan ancestor, was nowhere to be seen.

"Is this all the strength you have?"

Santo the Arcane Mage frowned. The Rock Clan could not possibly have prepared only this much, but no matter what, he had come determined to utterly crush the Rock Clan and ensure they could never stir up trouble again.

Thus, Santo the Arcane Mage waved a hand and said in a deep voice, "Kill them. All Spellcasters, heed my command. Any Rock Clan Plane you encounter—destroy them all. Leave