Beastmen Clan!
Two-headed Clan!
Dragon Elephant Clan!
Stone-man Clan!
Blood Devouring Race!
Flame Clan!
Demon Race!
Bright Clan!
...
Each clan arrived one after another!
Soon, what appeared to be a somewhat empty grandstand was now filled with figures. All the clans gathered, and the venue turned lively and noisy.
"Since all the clans have arrived, let the battle of the geniuses officially begin!" At this moment, a hoarse and old yet authoritative voice suddenly resounded above the enormous arena.
The clans saw, in the air above the center of the arena, a figure that looked extremely old had appeared at some unknown point in time.
He seemed to be an old man of about one and a half meters in height, with white hair and a white beard, appearing rather ordinary.
However, Shi Feng sensed from this old man an immense and overwhelming aura, like the vast ocean. This was no ordinary old man.
