The Song Clan's flying boat descended silently onto the aerial port reserved for top forces in Wanliu City, resembling the immortal palaces of the Moon Palace.
On the flying boat, the disciples of the Song Clan were all dressed in elegant magic robes embroidered with star and moon cloud patterns, exuding a cold and lofty aura. Leading them was a middle-aged scholar in a long robe, his eyes deep and profound.
The Zhao Clan followed closely, with a massive warship entirely black and shaped like a ferocious dragon head tearing through the clouds, descending with overwhelming murderous intent.
On the warship, Zhao Clan disciples wore profound armor. Their auras were fierce, and their eyes were as sharp as knives, unabashedly scanning Wanliu City below with an air of superiority.
The leader was a burly man, as imposing as an iron tower, clad in dark gold dragon-patterned heavy armor. Every step he took caused the void beneath him to tremble.
