Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Battles erupted in every corner of the Chaos Clan, across every stretch of its territory.
Calamity Power clashed with Calamity Power, Immortal Path Techniques with Immortal Path Techniques, and treasures with treasures.
Every collision shook heaven and earth.
Fortunately, none of the Chaos Clan's peaks or buildings were ordinary. Common attacks could scarcely destroy them. Otherwise, battles on this scale would have flattened the entire clan.
Formation masters from the clan had already gone to repair the Seventy-Two Chaos Grand Cycle Array, only to discover that the damage was so severe they could not restore it anytime soon.
The younger disciples of the seven great peaks could only stand on the mountains and watch the clan's experts battle overhead. Their fists clenched, blood surging, they yearned to rush forward and join the fight.
"Gu Lingchen, do you see? No matter how strong our Chaos Clan is, there are still people who dare set their sights on us. You must cultivate hard and become truly powerful. Only then can you protect the Chaos Clan!"
A peak master spoke to a young man.
The young man was strikingly handsome. Clad in a chaos robe, he had eight arms and radiated a fierce aura.
"Peak Master, rest assured. One day, I'll make the Immortal Path Great World, and even the other Great Worlds, understand that the Chaos Clan is not to be provoked!"
Gu Lingchen spoke.
He had reached Seven Tribulation Transcendence and even cultivated twenty million units of the Power of Ten Thousand Calamities. Yet everyone capable of entering this battlefield had reached Nine Calamities Transcendence. Helplessness welled up within him. All he could do was stand there and watch.
"Peak Master, how are things looking?"
Another young man asked.
The peak master looked skyward and frowned. "Not