Boom!
In the Blood Hall, a stone table was shattered into bits by a furious aura. Hearing the losses from this battle, Hun Shixin could no longer restrain his anger.
For ten thousand years, his Blood Faint Noble Family had never suffered such losses. The revered great powers of his family had fallen, and the elite War Masters were annihilated—this was akin to severing an arm of his Blood Faint Noble Family.
"Patriarch, in today's chaos, our Blood Faint Noble Family still has tens of thousands of War Soldiers who have escaped the hands of the Human Tribe," said a Blood Clan elder, mustering the courage to speak after a long while.
"Elder, do you mean those of our Blood Clan War Soldiers who fled deep into the Heavenly River Space?"
"Exactly!"
"That group of War Soldiers, equally numbering in the tens of thousands, needs the Patriarch to lead them back to the Void Floating Island."
