God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 703

"Hahaha, truly worthy of being my Moonfall Clan’s Holy Son!"

"The Ultimate Inheritance, Perfect Supreme realm, and all thirteen Emperor Form Diagrams fully comprehended. Who in this vast world can contend with him?"

"The posture of a Great Emperor. The posture of a Great Emperor!"

Everyone showered him with praise. The grand hall filled with cheerful laughter.

...

Eight days later.

Ethan’s group of four had entered the depths of the White North Ice Field.

Ryan stood atop a mountain peak, gazing northward. Amidst the continuous mountain ranges and glaciers, a massive rift valley cut straight across the landscape.

The rift looked like a hideous scar, as if a prehistoric giant had swung a massive sword and cleaved the earth in two.

"We’ve finally arrived."

"Young Master Ethan, look. That is the Glacier Rift Valley. West of the rift valley is our Riverborn Clan’s territory, and to the east is the Moonfall Clan’s territory."

"Five hundred miles to the west is the location of our Riverborn Clan’s ancestral lands."

"When I set off for the ice field border, our clan and the Moonfall Clan were in a standoff at the Glacier Rift Valley. I don’t know what the situation is like now," Ryan said, pointing below.

Ethan scanned the massive rift valley, his expression shifting slightly.

"There are indeed quite a few auras here, but the highest realm is no more than Intermediate Supreme."

"However, a large number of powerful auras are speeding toward the west. They have already gone far. I believe the Riverborn Clan’s fortress in the Glacier Rift Valley may have already fallen," Ethan replied.

"Fallen?"

Ryan’s face changed drastically. His strength was insufficient, so he didn’t possess Ethan’s monstrous perception.

"How could it be so fast? The deadline the Moonfall Clan gave us was clearly two months from now."

"There’s no need to agonize over it. We’ll know once we go down and take a look. Lead the way," Ethan said.

"Alright." Ryan nodded and leaped down, flying toward the Riverborn Clan’s encampment in the Glacier Rift Valley.

As the four entered the rift valley, Ethan glanced down.

The area was a complete mess. It had clearly experienced a massive battle.

In the distance, a sprawling expanse of tents and buildings lay in ruins. At the highest point, a blue flag fluttered in the wind, bearing the crest of the Moonfall Clan.

"That’s the Moonfall Clan’s flag," Ryan said, his voice trembling with fury.

The Moonfall Clan’s flag had been planted in their encampment. The Riverborn Clan had lost all control over the Glacier Rift Valley.

"Let’s go. Straight to the Riverborn Clan," Ethan decided.

"Do the Moonfall Clan plan to directly wipe out my Riverborn Clan? The other Ancient Clans of the White North Ice Field definitely won’t just sit back and watch," Ryan said angrily, changing direction and leading Ethan toward the Riverborn Clan.

"Lunara, carry Young Master Ryan."

"Vex, follow me."

Ethan had already locked onto the location of the Riverborn Clan’s ancestral lands. He didn’t want to delay a single moment.

Swoosh.

Ryan saw two streaks of light flash past him. By the time he recovered his senses, Ethan and Vex had practically vanished from sight, leaving only two blurry specks of light in the distance.

...

The White North Ice Field. Deep within the Riverborn Clan’s ancestral lands.

A crater-like depression surrounded by ring-shaped hills, numerous buildings scattered throughout. At the very center lay a valley. The core of the Riverborn Clan.

The sky above was filled with the continuous, deafening roar of explosions.

Multicolored spiritual light and divine power clashed and intertwined, blooming like fireworks in the gradually darkening sky.

The outer perimeter of the Riverborn Clan had already fallen. Only this central ring-shaped valley remained.

The surviving Riverborn Clan experts had contained the battlefield to the outer edges of the valley and the sky above, desperately trying to prevent the clan’s elderly, women, and children from suffering collateral damage.

After a continuous barrage of explosions, the battlefield in the sky suddenly fell quiet.

Both sides held a tense standoff high above.

Many figures had also gathered on the surrounding mountains. Scouts from other Ancient Clans and nearby sect factions, drawn by the violent energy fluctuations.

What they saw shocked them to the core.

The Moonfall Clan had mobilized their entire force and launched a full attack against the Riverborn Clan. In an incredibly short time, they had already smashed their way into the Riverborn Clan’s heartland.

The conflict between the two clans had been ongoing for years. In recent times, the Moonfall Clan had used every excuse to escalate tensions, and numerous skirmishes had broken out over the past year.

Not long ago, the Moonfall Clan had laid down an ultimatum. The Riverborn Clan had two months to fulfill the marriage contract and offer their clan’s inheritance as a dowry, or the Moonfall Clan would show no mercy.

That declaration had instantly livened up the White North Ice Field, which had been peaceful for many years.

Everyone had been waiting to watch the drama unfold two months from now. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

No one expected the Moonfall Clan to launch a surprise attack early.

By the time the other Ancient Clans and sect factions reacted, the Moonfall Clan was already banging on the Riverborn Clan’s front door.

"The Moonfall Clan Head Glacien, Great Elder Wilford, and eleven elders. Aside from Seventh Elder, all of them are here."

"What is the Moonfall Clan doing? Are they really planning to swallow the Riverborn Clan whole?"

On a nearby mountain peak, several people in brown robes appeared. Members of another Ancient Clan. The Silvermere Clan.

"Looking at this formation, the Moonfall Clan has brought out their entire nest. They truly intend to wipe out the Riverborn Clan and seize their inheritance," another replied.

"The Moonfall Clan hasn’t made a major move in centuries. This uproar is going to flip the heavens." The leading old man frowned, his voice cold.

"The Moonfall Clan’s ambitions are too great. We absolutely cannot let them swallow the Riverborn Clan so easily."

"Once the Moonfall Clan digests the Riverborn Clan, controlling the inheritances of two Ancient Clans, massive resources, and the natural geographical advantage of the Glacier Rift Valley, their next target will undoubtedly be our Silvermere Clan."

The middle-aged man beside the elder spoke gravely, fists clenched tight.

"Mhm, you’re right. Send a message back to the clan."

"Tell the Third Elder and the others to bring people over immediately. If the situation turns sour, we will intervene. We absolutely cannot allow the Riverborn Clan to be destroyed," the old man replied without hesitation.