Neither Hun Feng nor Lei Dong knew what had happened.
More precisely, they did not know what had happened between Hun Tiandi and Zhu Kun.
The aftershock produced by two Nine Star Dou Sheng clashing was enough to kill any cultivator at the Half-Saint realm or below. Only Dou Sheng had the right to watch such a battle, and even then, they merely had the right to watch.
Interfere?
They could dream on.
Nine Star Dou Sheng were still human. They all kept several terrifying trump cards hidden away, and any one of those cards was more than a Seven Star or Eight Star Dou Sheng could withstand. Thus, no one dared to interfere.
Therefore, for Hun Feng, who was still confronting Lei Dong countless miles away, no method the Soul Clan used to notify him could possibly be faster than the Gu Clan's Black Submerging Army.
Besides, the Soul Clan itself had already descended into chaos.
The Soul Clan army led by Hun Tiandi in its standoff against the Void Ancient Dragon Clan had been forced to withdraw from the entrance to Dragon Island after Hun Tiandi was heavily injured by Zhu Kun. This was to prevent Zhu Kun from leading the Void Ancient Dragon Clan's Dou Sheng in a counterattack, rushing straight at them and unleashing a barrage that would inflict immeasurable losses. Hun Tiandi's injuries might have been far worse than they appeared.
The Soul Clan might not have notified Hun Feng at all.
After all, only after they had settled down, only after ensuring that their heads were still attached to their necks—only after first ensuring that their heads were still attached to their necks—would they have the mind to consider how to handle the mess ahead, and seek out someone capable of handling it.
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