Chapter 2867

Over at the Menzies ancestral land at Eastplain, what should have been wisps of mystical clouds and purple mist that blessed the land had turned into rolling thunder and dark winds that whipped up a flurry of debris into the sky. The ground was covered in blood that converged into a river at the entrance to the Menzies' ancestral land. There were ripples in the void within a several-hundred-mile radius, and chaotic energy raged unabated. Their ancestral land that was deemed a sort of heaven on earth had since been turned into disarray. The several remaining family members activated their formations under the leadership of the family head to mount a desperate resistance against the Primordial Sacred Land. Standing suspended in mid-air, Xavier could feel the wind blowing right beneath him. He placed his hands behind his back and glanced haughtily at the Menzies' formation in front of him. With contempt in his eyes and derision in his posture, he sneered at Baldwin, "Perhaps the Menzi