The aura of these 8 people was immense, their vigor astonishing. Standing there, they were like T-Rexes among a flock of sheep. Although there were only 8 of them, they were more terrifying than the army of a million True Gods behind them.
One had white wings growing from his back, extraordinarily handsome!
One was a hundred feet tall, clearly a Giant!
One had the appearance of an ape, covered in silver fur, and was a hundred meters tall!
One was a woman with long green hair, sharp ears, and stunning beauty.
...
The 8 of them, stepping on the void, floated in mid-air, looking down at the Great Formation below, each with an indifferent expression, but with a hint of longing deep in their eyes.
"If that's the case, then Tartar's words are true. The Great Formation wasn't set up by the Atlantis People; it's arranged by a race from another world!!"
"How could a mere small Clan have such means?"
