"Clan leaders!"
"Are we going to watch helplessly as these battles unfold between the myriad races?"
"Can't we do anything to fix this?"
"Shouldn't we take a stance on this matter?"
"If we don't do anything, we'll eventually draw our swords to fight each other in the end, and only a few of us will survive."
At a certain place, in the Tiandu division, many clan leaders representing the myriad races had gathered.
Currently, there were more than 300 clan leaders in attendance.
They sat in a large hall, each one anxious and worried.
Yuchi was not the only one that had realized the potential dangers of the conflicts between the myriad races. Many of these clan leaders had as well.
In the beginning, everyone thought that the increased density of the Heavenly Dao was pretty good.
