Vitality Qi filled the air, hazy and dreamlike. Vitality Heaven, once like a flawless Pure Land, was stained crimson with blood today.
Blade lights and sword shadows were everywhere, divine radiance dazzling. The cries of battle echoed across ten thousand miles of land, tolling the death knell of a clan and serving as the Royal Clan's final elegy.
The Primordial Royal Clans had always run rampant across the world, feared by all living beings. During the Primeval Era, they stood at the pinnacle of the world; with a single command, none among the myriad clans dared disobey.
The Primordial Spirit Clan's unique nature in particular destined them to stand even higher above all others. Unless absolutely necessary, even other Royal Clans were unwilling to provoke them.
Yet today, their ancestral land had been breached, Royal Clan members lay dead, and the lofty "deities" had been cast down into the dust.
Looking out, the war had become utterly one-sided. Before Shaking Light Holy Land's countless war machines, the Primordial Spirit Clan's resistance simply could not effectively halt the advance of Shaking Light's disciples.
The world believed the Ancient Clans were powerful, far surpassing the Human Race. This notion could barely hold true at the levels of Severing the Dao and Saint.
But in truth, below the realm of Severing Dao Kings, the overall strength of Primordial Creatures was completely inferior to that of modern cultivators.
The disparity in numbers was simply too great.
During the Primeval Era, every Ancient Clan had been enormous and populous. Yet they simply did not possess enough Divine Source Liquid to seal away all their people; only a small number of elites qualified to use it.
Even the Ancient Emperor Clans could not preserve every member. Most of their clansmen had been abandoned in the Primeval