"Great Elder, what do we do now? Should we still intervene?"
"An Emperor Realm expert is simply not something we can contend with."
"Even if the Riverborn Clan exhausts the power of their entire clan and activates their Clan Protection Grand Formation, I'm afraid they won't even be able to withstand a single strike from an Emperor."
"Wait, wait for the other factions and clans to arrive, and then we will discuss together whether to intervene."
"Until then, I only hope the Riverborn Clan can hold out that long."
The Silvermere Clan's Great Elder sighed, looking at the dark clouds that had suddenly appeared above.
An icy divine power countless times stronger than Lucien's slowly unfurled, white mist blotted out the sky and sun.
The murderous aura in the night sky was pulverized in an instant. The cluster of golden mist was scattered. The dozens of golden chains trapping Lucien shook violently under the terrifying divine power fluctuations.
