"What right do you have to fight me? This old man has it right here."
Yet, facing the charge of the Ancient Monster Clan's Chief, Zhan Yuanmo's expression did not change in the slightest.
His right hand tightly gripped the Ancestral Weapon, while his left hand transformed into a palm and smashed head-on toward the incoming black blade of light.
Clang—
The next moment, a sound like steel clashing rang out as the black blade of light was forcibly knocked back.
At the same time, golden light erupted all around. A golden battle axe stretching a hundred meters across materialized in midair.
The moment the golden battle axe appeared, an aura of sheer terror manifested alongside it.
At this moment, Zhan Yuanmo's aura was no longer inferior to the Ancient Monster Clan's Chief in the slightest.
"A secret skill—the Ancient War Axe?!"
At this point, not only were the other members of the Ancient Monster Clan left stunned, but even the Ancient Monster Clan's Chief saw his expression change dramatically.
Truth be told, he had broken through to the Fifth-level Martial Ancestor more than two years ago. The other reason he had been hesitant to launch an assault on the Ancient War Clan's headquarters for so long was precisely because he feared the secret skill Zhan Yuanmo commanded—the Ancient War Axe.
And now that the Ancient War Axe had appeared, its aura was indeed extraordinary.
Domineering beyond compare, unmatched and supreme—setting Zhan Yuanmo aside entirely, the aura of the Ancient War Axe alone was terrifying enough.
The members of the Ancient Monster Clan were momentarily struck with fear and began to retreat.
"You may have never experienced the might of the Ancient War Axe yourselves, but your ancestors should have told you about it."
"If you withdraw now while you still can, I may yet consider letting you off. Otherwise… do not blame this old man for slaughtering without mercy." Zhan Yuanmo's aged face darkened as he spoke in a cold voice.
"Hmph. The fact that you've been in seclusion for the past two years, refusing to face me in battle, already proves your cowardice," the Monster Clan Chief said.
"If I were to truly unleash the Ancient War Axe, even at the cost of my own life, I could still cut you down," Zhan Yuanmo replied.
"Is that so? Then let me see for myself whether this Ancient War Axe of yours truly possesses that legendary power."
The Monster Clan Chief let out a cold laugh, and then a fierce killing intent surged in his eyes. He pointed his weapon forward and roared:
"Generals of the Monster Clan, heed my command! Today, either the War Clan perishes, or our Monster Clan falls! Charge!!!"
"Charge!!!"
The next moment, the powerful experts of the Ancient Monster Clan received what was essentially a death order.
One by one, their fear not only dissipated but their fighting spirit soared to new heights. In a massive wave, they surged toward the Ancient War Clan's army once more, fighting as if driven mad.
Their momentum made it seem as though they were determined to annihilate the Ancient War Clan on this very day.
"Charge!!!"
And the Ancient War Clan was not to be outdone. Their vast army, bearing the resolve to die, fought for one last shred of dignity—for the glory of the Ancient War Clan.
Today, they swore to settle the score with the Monster Clan once and for all, to determine life and death.
In the blink of an eye, the armies of the Ancient War Clan and the Ancient Monster Clan clashed together in a brutal melee.
"This isn't working, sister—it's not working! Our Ancient War Clan's forces have been severely depleted over the past two years. We're no match for the Monster Clan at all."
"And even if Grandpa can kill the Monster Clan Chief with the Ancient War Axe, he'll surely lose his life in the process."
"When that happens, our War Clan still won't be able to stand against the Monster Clan. Defeat is inevitable." Zhan Lingtong spoke in a panic to Zhan Lingling.
"You don't need to tell me—I can see the situation clearly enough." Zhan Lingling's expression was equally grim.
"Let's go find Brother Chu Feng. He said that if the Monster Clan invaded, we could call on him. He definitely won't stand by and do nothing."
As Zhan Lingtong spoke, he produced a circular token—the very token Chu Feng had given him two years ago.
Seeing this token, Zhan Lingling's expression shifted. She still remembered that young man's scene when he had ascended to the third level of the Enlightenment Ground two years ago.
Even now, the memory made her heart tremble. After all, that young man had conquered the third level not merely with his talent, but also with his indomitable willpower.
Chu Feng was, without question, the person she admired most in the world now—even showing signs of surpassing Zhan Haichuan.
After all, no matter how powerful Zhan Haichuan might have been, his feats were all legends and myths. She had never truly seen him in person.