The High Priest had sent Lu Feng to some inexplicable place where the flames of war raged everywhere. Thoroughly frustrated, he was about to get away from the area before doing anything else when something suddenly ambushed him from the swamp.
A pillar of muddy water burst apart, sending swamp sludge and water sweeping across the sky like an enormous curtain. When that muddy curtain fell, several gigantic figures appeared before Lu Feng.
The sudden turn of events made Lu Feng's heart jolt, and what the other party said left him stunned. Restricted Dragon Clan territory? This was restricted Dragon Clan territory?
He had once heard that no one knew how many races existed in this world. True Dragons and phoenixes stood foremost among them, followed by the Immortal Race, the Witch Clan, the Demon Race, and the Qilin Clan.
The True Dragon Tribe ruled the scaled and aquatic members of the Monster Tribe, the Phoenix Clan ruled its feathered birds, and the Qilin Clan ruled its land beasts. These were the Monster Tribe's three great powers; together with the Demon Race of the Abyss, they formed the four great powers of the Primordial Continent.
The True Dragon Tribe, whether in the strength of its own race or that of its subjects, ranked first in the entire world. Only the Phoenix Clan could contend with it. Even the Qilin Clan, another of the Monster Tribe's three great powers, fell slightly short.
The True Dragon Tribe should have been on the Primordial Continent. Why would it appear here? Doubt stirred in Lu Feng's heart, but another possibility immediately occurred to him: Could the High Priest have sent me to the Primordial Continent?
Before he could confirm anything, the other party attacked. A long shadow swept toward him with a howling rush,