Chapter 890: Countless Immortals and Forces Gathered [Traitor]
Shenlian Yingyue, who was observing from the side with her companions, narrowed her eyes. Why were there so many immortal disciples gathered here? Most of them belonged to the Human Race, while two other races appeared to be unknown, based on the colors of their eyes and hair.
The Human Race here possessed black hair and eyes, dark as polished onyx, catching light like a starless sky. Unless they practiced some secret skill, their appearances would remain unchanged. In contrast, other races were easily recognized for their unique appearances and the distinctive colors of their hair and eyes.
"Elven race, what are you doing here? It’s rare in millennia that your beings would want to participate in a conflict," a group of immortal dragons from the Dragon Race said as they appeared in human forms, their features radiating divine majesty. A pair of majestic dragon horns emerged from each of their heads.
They possessed deep, dusky crimson hair and deep red eyes, like the vibrant color of pomegranate seeds. They wore imperial black silk robes adorned with silver wave patterns. Their sleeves billowed like dragon wings, and their sashes shimmered with scaled designs. They were from the Long Clan.
"I should return this question to you. You Dragon Race, instead of guarding your valuable treasures in your domain, are you here to join the fun too?" another group of immortal beings replied, their voices ethereal like a heavenly melody.
The immortal elves of the Elven Race appeared as ethereal beings, their features blending celestial grace with untamed nature. Their hair was as white as snow, as pure as clouds and milk. Their eyes were silver-white, reflecting the eternal starlight.
They wore flowing hazel-green hanfu; their sleeves fluttered like falling petals, and their sashes were tied with living ivy. Their ears curved delicately to a point, slightly longer than human ears, elegantly tapered and subtly pointed, a mark of their ancient lineage. They were from the Ling Clan.
While the two immortal races conversed in an indifferent but sarcastic tone, the Human Race also glanced at them and at the other immortal forces with vigilance.
Some forces were acquaintances, while others were long-time foes. Some pretended to be friendly on the surface while secretly waiting for an opportunity to stab each other in the back, while a few projected cold and disdainful expressions openly.