Otherwise, they wouldn't have found themselves in such a dire situation.
With their strongest cultivators held back by the Solaryx Clan and the Var'Thal warriors, the Scaldriths Clan's powerhouses broke straight into the hall.
At that moment, a deep, commanding voice resounded from outside.
"Xel'Anzeth, as one of the Scaldriths Clan's top warriors, do you think it is honorable to strike against two juniors?"
Xel'Anzeth let out a loud laugh, but his eyes remained filled with a cold and murderous aura. "If they dared to kill members of my Scaldriths Clan, then they should be prepared to pay the price. You are not here—do you really think you can stop me?"
"Do you think I can't?" An overwhelming force suddenly poured forth.
"Then go ahead and try." Xel'Anzeth's face was filled with confidence.
He had already received information that his opponent had suffered grave injuries from the previous great battle and was now in seclusion, recovering.
