In a large city within the territory of the Wing Alliance, two individuals crashed forcefully into the city walls while flames continued to burn around their clothes.
"Who dares to attack the city's defenses? Capture these ruffians!" shouted one of the soldiers. The two individuals were quickly surrounded by a team of 30 people.
"Sir, it appears that these two are severely injured. Additionally, there is an unusual fire burning around them. It refuses to extinguish even with force," reported the shocked guard captain, who then proceeded to see what was happening. His face turned pale as he recognized these two individuals very well.
How could he not? They were the most renowned figures throughout the entire human realm. Lord Tianjin, the fiery leader of the Great Sect, and Lord Silas, one of the most celebrated warriors from the previous war, a person who brought peace to the continent.
The soldiers were ordered to swiftly take them to the city's center, while the captain headed towards the city's ruler. He intended to inform the city's leader about the incident, but upon arriving, he noticed that the place was filled with formidable figures. He immediately knelt down, trembling as he delivered his report. The seriousness was evident on everyone's faces.
Silas received immediate medical attention, but Tianjin had one of his arms severed due to the fire's relentless burning. They had to amputate it before it spread to the rest of his body.
Three days later, both individuals regained consciousness. Tianjin immediately knelt down and said, "Alliance Commander, there is a looming catastrophe..." Before he could finish, the Alliance Commander interrupted, "I already know."
Afterward, they were carried because they had not fully recovered from their injuries yet. They headed to the place where the battle had taken place.
Strangely, the location was still engulfed in flames and thunder was bombarding the area. A 30-kilometer radius from the ground had become a forbidden zone, covered only by a sea of fire.
The Alliance Commander spoke with weighty words, accompanied by a tinge of sadness, "Only a few individuals on the entire continent can cause this level of destruction. It seems the news I heard from the Buddha Sect is true. The Great Catastrophe is imminent. We must prepare for battle."
Everyone's expressions turned extremely grave after these words. No one doubted the situation because no faction could stand against the individuals who caused this destruction. Only by uniting might they have a chance.
"I'm certain that thing is not on our side," Silas spoke, his eyes carrying profound meaning. Everyone knew he was referring to Mazino.
"Where did this clan even come from? Is there an unexplored land within this vast world? What does this mean? Damn it... There is one thing for certain. They are something we must not toy with. Is there anyone stronger than him? How many are they? Where are they?" Silas' words left everyone in a state of confusion as they stared at the devastation before them.
"Very well, let the preparations begin. I will try to communicate with the other alliances. We will decide our course of action after gathering all the leaders. The important thing is for everyone to be ready for war at any moment."
The commander disappeared from his position, and one by one, the others began to leave as well. Only Silas remained with Tianjin, both looking at this sea of fire with vacant expressions.
Tears streamed down Tianjin's hardened face as he watched the glory he had built throughout his life burning away.
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Far away, Mazino was watching this scene. He smiled and then returned to his domain. He was amazed by the power of the fire element after awakening. Damn, it's incredibly powerful. I wonder how strong it will become when I acquire high-level spiritual cores. Hahahaha.
Meanwhile, in the realm of monsters, Boros returned alone to his clan's home. His clan belonged to the Samuai Beast Tribe, one of the most powerful tribes in the realm of monsters. The tribe was large and divided into many sub-clans and main clans.
Boros' bloodthirsty nature had caused a lot of trouble for his clan. Until the day he killed a member of the Dragon Clan, who was exceptionally gifted. That was when the clan decided to protect him until then. However, they abandoned him because they didn't want to start a war with the Dragon Clan.
They were only protecting themselves from the dragons, while the dragons showcased their dominance and power to the other clans.
"Stop right there! You are expelled from the clan. You are not allowed to enter anymore. Why the hell did you come back? Do you want to die?" The person speaking was Boros' cousin, a rival for the future leadership of the clan. This cursed person hated Boros because he was better than him in almost everything. Moreover, he was the one who caused the problem between Boros and the dragon he killed.
In other words, this cousin of his was the one who planned everything and caused Boros' expulsion from the clan.
The clan leader himself was at the Celestial Spirit level, as they were just a sub-clan. That's why he immediately expelled him.
The ruling class consisted of the main clans, and they were the ones who possessed the true power in the tribe.
Boros unleashed his aura and the bloodline that covered the entire clan. Everyone trembled in its presence. His cousin's face turned pale. The poor man was still in the world of origin. Hahaha.
"How... How is this possible? Impossible! How?" His cousin stammered in shock.
"Boros, what do you mean by this act of yours?" An elderly voice came from inside the sub-clan's headquarters. The voice belonged to Boros' uncle, who was also the leader of the sub-clan. All of this happened due to the tragic death of his family under mysterious circumstances.
Damn this curse. It's clear that it's the machinations of my uncle. He's just like his son, willing to do anything to seize power, that damn bastard.
"Uncle, you expelled me from the clan because you fear the dragons. Does that mean you're not afraid of me?"