"How could this be?!"
A flicker of horror flashed through Hun Ya's eyes. In the next instant, a powerful force surged forth, and the incomparably scorching gray flames burned away all the Black Mist.
Amid the sizzling sounds of the flames burning the Black Mist, that powerful force sent Hun Ya flying directly away.
Only after retreating a hundred meters did Hun Ya barely manage to stop. His eyes were filled with shock, his internal organs trembled, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Dou Zuns were not all alike. Even within the same rank, there could be vast differences. Clearly, Xiao Yan's strength was the sort that could be called invincible among those of the same level.
I'm no match for him! The thought flashed through Hun Ya's mind, and he turned to flee. Earlier, he had feared Xiao Heng making a move, but now all he could think about was how to escape Xiao Yan alive.
However, Xiao Yan would not let him leave so easily. The crimson wings on his back flapped, and his figure shot forward, catching up to Hun Ya in an instant.
"What's wrong? Didn't you say you were going to kill me? Why aren't you doing it now?!"
Xiao Yan mocked him verbally, but his hands did not stop moving. He threw an utterly unadorned punch at Hun Ya's chest.
Hun Ya raised both arms before his chest to defend himself. A dull thud rang out, followed by the sound of bones breaking, and Hun Ya was sent flying once again.
Then Xiao Yan caught up again and threw another plain punch. This time, however, he drew upon the power of his clan mark.
The clan mark between his brows lit up, and even greater power erupted instantly,