"Starfall Pavilion has joined forces with the three clans. This is troublesome." Bitterness welled up in Soul Extinction's heart.
However, things were far from over.
After the people from Starfall Pavilion emerged, the Spatial Channel behind them did not stop. More and more figures continued to emerge from it.
These experts were from the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe and the Nine Nether Earth Python Tribe.
Winds howled through the channel as countless figures flew out. First came the Ancient Void Dragons, followed by the Nine Netherworld Earth Python Clan.
The Ancient Void Dragon Tribe was led by Great Elder Zhuhuo, while the Nine Netherworld Earth Python Clan was led by Yao Ming. Once they joined up with Starfall Pavilion's forces, their momentum immediately surged.
This lineup was now not much weaker than the allied forces of the three clans in the distance.
Caught between the two sides, the experts of the Soul Clan and Soul Hall suddenly seemed weak and pitiful.
Even the black clouds rippled slightly, much of them forcibly scattered by that overwhelming momentum.
"Things must come to an end eventually."
Elder Yao gazed at the faintly churning, restless expanse of gloomy black clouds ahead and muttered softly.
How could Yao Chen forget the hatred of having his body destroyed, of being imprisoned by Soul Hall for more than a decade, of having his Soul Origin extracted until his soul had weakened to the brink of collapse?
Did they think he had no temper?
Now that he had finally risen again, there was nothing more to say to Soul Hall and the Soul Clan. Debts of blood had to be repaid in blood.
Not to mention the hatred of the Yao Clan's destruction. No matter what, that had been Yao Chen's mother clan.
"Starfall Pavilion, the Ancient Void