"Humph, trying to escape from under the Soul Clan's nose won't be so easy!"
Hun Xuzi's gaze darkened. He suddenly took out a scroll wreathed in Black Flame from his Storage Ring and tore it open. Black Flame surged forth, directly forming a fiery passageway. Several figures swiftly flashed out from within and appeared in the chaotic sky.
"Hehe, Yao Dan, I never expected you to end up in such a state when we met again!"
As those dark figures stepped out of the passageway, vast and chilling auras rippled across the sky. Their imposing presence made the hearts of those already in danger sink. The Soul Clan's experts had finally made their move.
Yao Dan also noticed the commotion in the sky. He abruptly raised his head, his gaze fixing on the leaders of those dark figures. Two elderly men stood in the air there, both looking at him with smiles that carried an icy chill.
"Hun Jing, Hun Yan... The Soul Clan has dispatched two of the Four Demon Saints at once. Your Soul Clan truly thinks highly of my Yao Clan!" Yao Dan said heavily, his gaze fixed on the two.
On the other side, Xiao Chen also frowned again when he saw two of the Soul Clan's Four Demon Saints.
Hearing Yao Dan's low, resentful voice, the elderly man at the head of the Soul Clan merely smiled faintly. "Yao Dan, your Yao Clan's alchemy skills are still somewhat useful to my Soul Clan. If you agree to have the Yao Clan become a subordinate race of my Soul Clan, perhaps your bloodline can still be preserved."
"Even if my Yao Clan sheds its last drop of blood, we will never live on in disgrace beneath your Soul Clan!" Yao Dan said coldly. As members of