In the depths of the Domain of Endless Snow.

Grand Monarch Primal Wood of the Floragrims, Chatvic of the Titans, Scotte of the dragons, and the Golden-feathered Divine Finch of the Ancientbeasts looked down, enveloped in spheres of murky auras.

They had a panoramic view of the battle that was taking place below.

“Grand Monarch Unholy Wind has entered the late tenth grade,” Grand Monarch Primal Wood said with a worried frown. “Grand Monarch Eternal Purgatory alone is a major problem. Now with Grand Monarch Unholy Wind joining the battle, the situation is getting out of hand.”

Holding his mighty lightning bolts within, Scotte the lightning dragon said, “What do you know about the reason behind this, Primal Wood?”

Chatvic chimed in, “Yeah, none of their high chieftains were as aggressive as they are now. Things seem to have changed since Grand Monarch Primal Demon, Grand Monarch Nether River, and Grand Monarch Crystal Bones disappeared.

“I looked up my people’s ancient records. According to them, in different...