The attack on the Qingshui Clan was not as smooth as the Qinggang Clan had imagined.
The Qinggang Clan's chieftain quickly received the news: the tribe's army had barely reached the vicinity of the Qingshui Clan when they were ambushed, caught in the enemy's Fire Melt Formation, suffering heavy casualties.
"How is it possible? This obscure tribe could actually deploy such a formidable array?" The Qinggang Clan's chieftain frowned upon learning the details of the battle from his men who had returned.
He quickly thought of something and turned to an Elder beside him, "Elder Xi, earlier you said this Qingshui Clan had been defeated by our Qinggang Clan before. At its peak, could it have possessed such strength?"
"I'm not sure, but it shouldn't be that strong," Elder Xi replied.
He was an old member of the tribe, familiar with many anecdotes.
