Yao Xingji, Shi Potian, and Ling Lingyao all wore grim expressions. Ling Lingyao muttered, "That shouldn't be possible. With our strength, we shouldn't be unable to break even this Mist Barrier..."
Yao Xingji's face was livid. At last, he stopped and turned to glare at me. "Nalan Ye, was this your doing?"
I remained calm. "This is the Heavenly Tomb. If I had the means to pull off something like this inside the Heavenly Tomb, you'd have been dead long ago. Would I have let you prance around in front of me?"
Yao Xingji froze. That made sense. His anger had muddled his head, making him say something so thoughtless.
The members of the Three Clans Alliance looked at one another, utterly at a loss. They had bombarded the Mist Barrier for quite a while and tried every method they could, yet they could not do a thing to it.
Behind them, the Mist Storm continued to close in...
"You've just been standing there watching. Don't tell me you have a way?" Yao Xingji suddenly asked.
Huo Xuan held his head high. "Of course we do. But what does it have to do with you? You'd better stay outside and wait for the Mist Storm!"
Yao Xingji's face turned green. "Huo Xuan, we're all from the ancient clans. Why stand by and watch us die? Once we leave the Heavenly Tomb, there will be plenty of time ahead!"
Huo Xuan merely snorted, his nostrils nearly pointing at the sky. He could not even be bothered to acknowledge him, leaving Yao Xingji furious enough to spit blood.
I grinned strangely. Huo Xuan's temperament was sometimes oddly to my liking. "Forget them. Let's begin. The Mist Storm will be here soon."
Huo Zhi, Lei Suifeng, and the others nodded. The eight members