Inside the Starfall Pavilion's main hall:
Swoosh!
Xiao Yan suddenly opened his eyes.
Nine-colored Flame swirled within his pupils as he recalled something!
"Something's wrong..."
He murmured softly, tapping his fingers against the table.
"The Stone Clan was wiped out, so why is the Yao Clan still fine?"
Old Yao entered the hall carrying a teacup and saw the grave expression on his beloved disciple's face.
His brow furrowed slightly.
"What is it?"
Xiao Yan rose and paced, rapidly recalling the plot in his mind.
"Teacher, the Soul Clan's next target is very likely the Yao Clan!"
"What?"
Old Yao's hand trembled.
"Are you certain?"
"Instinct."
Xiao Yan did not explain much.
"Notify the Ancient Clan and the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan immediately."
"We're heading to the Yao Clan at once!"
Upon hearing this, Zi Yan immediately crushed a dragon scale, an emergency communication talisman of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan.
Xun'er also took out an Ancient Clan Jade Slip and sent the news to her father.
"Cai Lin, Xiao Yi Xian, Qing Lin, come with me first!"
Xiao Yan tore open space and stepped inside first.
Swoosh!
After several spatial jumps!
Following the spatial beacon provided by Old Yao, Xiao Yan appeared outside once more.
Boom!!
An overwhelming stench of blood, nearly solid in density, surged toward them like a raging tide!
A nauseating aura seemed poised to stain everything around it.
With the color of death.
Xiao Yan's expression turned icy as he stepped forward without hesitation.
Boom!
At the same time, Nine-colored Flame erupted around his body!
Sizzle!
Instantly vaporizing that filthy blood mist!
"Heh, we came too late."
A trace of mockery surfaced at the corner of Xiao Yan's lips.
That smile carried both helplessness and fury.
His gaze swept across the devastated holy land of