The Reunion of the Three Ancient Clans

Transforming into the true form of an ancient god, Wang Lin let out a roar, creating a storm that clashed invisibly with the roar of the ancient demon.

At the same time, the fleeing ancient demon Bei Luo stopped in his tracks, his eyes revealing a trace of crazed demonic light.

"Today, the three ancient clans appear at the same place, what a magnificent sight. If I, the ancient demon Belo, continue to flee, it would be a disgrace to my demonic heritage!" With intense demonic light in his eyes, Bei Luo swelled in size, his form that spanned hundreds of meters almost equal to Wang Lin's true form of an ancient god.

For a moment, it seemed that the battlefield belonged not to cultivators, but to these ancient clans that have existed since time immemorial!

Bei Luo transformed, roaring in anger. His roar, like an invisible shockwave, joined forces with Wang Lin, hurtling towards the ancient demon Ta Jia in a frenzied howl.