The heads of each branch complied with their orders and left the Great Hall, heading to their respective stations to begin integrating their tribe's War Soldiers.
In the eyes of the Hundred Clans, the Vast Wilderness of the Human World was a primeval hunting ground!
All living beings on the Desolate Land were their Blood Food; of course, during the epochs of the Desolate Age, the Hundred Clans did just that, breeding the human race to become nourishment for their mouths, to aid in the enhancement of their cultivation.
Now that the Hundred Clans have retreated to the Hundred Realms, having passed through endless eons, they still long for this divine land, and every time they invade the Human World, it is a gluttonous feast for the Hundred Clans.
Which tribe wouldn't yearn for this?
Watching as the Great Hall emptied in the blink of an eye, a gleam gradually faded from Yuji Kei's eyes.