The Extraterrestrial Evil Clan Emerges, Ancient Clans with Hidden Agendas

Yao Chen's "return from the dead" nearly scared Han Feng's sliver of a soul apart.

The people he feared most in his life, aside from Venerable Wind of Starfall Pavilion, included the master before him—the one he had betrayed to death.

"Master, I know I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong! Please, for the sake of the bond we once shared as master and disciple, spare me just this once!"

Han Feng's soul trembled like a leaf.

He knew very well that if he wanted to survive now, his only hope was to pray that his master would not simply crush him to death.

Seeing Han Feng in such a bedraggled state, Yao Chen could only sneer inwardly.

"Spare you? Heh heh."

Yao Chen was not willing to kill this wicked disciple of his so quickly.

As a former Dou Zun powerhouse, he had plenty of methods for torturing people.

As for Xiao Yan's situation, Fu Ye merely watched in silence.

With Yao Chen and Yao Tianhuo protecting him, Xiao Yan would not encounter any major problems so long as he did not act too recklessly.

However.

Something had happened on the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan's side that gave Fu Ye a headache.

He had not expected that, after discovering someone had been relentlessly hunting him down, the Blood Demon Emperor would directly split his true body into nine clones.

He had also discovered that he could not enter the northwestern region of the continent.

This discovery left him astonished.

However.

As a member of the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan, he possessed an absolute innate advantage.

Given only a little time, he could expand his race across the entire continent.

The Blood Demon Emperor used his main body to hold Zi Yan and the others back.

The remaining Half-Saint clone