In the ancient battlefield, fierce winds rose, brimming with intense war intent.
From the high skies above, suddenly over forty figures tore through the heavens, all formidable young talents. Yet, at this moment, they were fleeing in all directions, glancing back in terror, faces pale as if pursued by a dreadful entity.
"West State Dynasty has been relentlessly suppressing our East State's geniuses in the Dynasty Battles through the ages; now it's time to pay back."
At that instant, a detached voice sounded. Three awe-inspiring youths walked side by side through the air, the middle one, a youth in a purple robe, flashed a trace of cold light in his eyes. Subsequently, an enormous invisible force surged from him, sweeping across and forming a vast field of power.
The fleeing forty-plus youths hadn't escaped far before they were enveloped by the massive power field. From this field emerged over forty towering peaks, each one pressing down on a young talent.
