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They were the Jin Clan!

The strongest of the Four Great Clans.

Their clan had eighteen Mahayana Stage cultivators, three of whom were on the verge of a breakthrough and Tribulation Transcendence to Immortality.

Their clan had stood for hundreds of thousands of years, and its ranks were thick with powerful cultivators.

The Four Great Clans each occupied one of four regions in No-Man's Land and kept out of one another's affairs. But if anyone invaded, the four clans would join forces.

Together, their power was enough to deter the Devil Race from invading.

The Cultivation World had fought the Devil Race countless times, yet not a single devil had ever set foot in No-Man's Land.

And now the system said the Four Great Clans had been wiped out?

How was that possible!

The Jin Clan Leader's face had turned ghastly, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Jin Jianling took out a handkerchief and wiped his brow. "Father," she said softly, "doesn't this give us a chance to turn things around?"

The Jin Clan Leader closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. His smile held a trace of bitterness.

"Yes."

The Pu Clan Leader saw at once that something was wrong. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "Has something happened to the Jin Clan too? How does it compare with the Formation beneath our mansion?"

The Jin Clan Leader no longer dug in his heels. "Worse," he said gravely.

[The Devil Race has been poisoning them all these years.]

Poisoning them?

It was almost laughable.

The Jin Clan members present had racked their brains imagining all kinds of schemes against them.

Perhaps, like the Pu Clan, they had a special Formation hidden beneath their grounds.

Or perhaps a Devil Race spy had infiltrated their ranks.

But...

No