"Nine Nether Wind Flame!"
"Hehe, Wanhuo, since you are so sincere, This King will accept it!"
Seeing how sincere Yao Wanhuo of the Yao Clan was, Lu Chuan did not stand on ceremony. He wore a reluctant expression as the Natal Divine Fire he had previously lent Cao Ying transformed directly into a Flame Lion. It then opened its massive flaming jaws and swallowed the Nine Nether Wind Flame in one bite.
"This..."
"Elder Wan Huo is voluntarily offering up a Heavenly Flame in exchange for protection?"
"Even the Progenitor's remnant soul could not defeat Nihility Devouring Flame. Can the Demon Saint do it?"
At that moment, more and more members of the Yao Clan witnessed what was happening on Lu Chuan's side and cast astonished looks his way. At the same time, doubts arose in some of their hearts.
Earlier, the Yao Clan had activated its clan-protecting grand formation, and even the Medicine Emperor's remnant soul had appeared, yet they still could not defeat Nihility Devouring Flame.
"All members of the Yao Clan, now is the moment that will decide our clan's survival. We have only one path left: give everything we have to preserve our bloodline!"
Yao Dan, floating in midair, had focused all his attention on Nihility Devouring Flame and had therefore failed to notice what was happening with Lu Chuan. At this moment, he slowly straightened up. The disappearance of the Medicine Emperor's remnant soul had left a vast emptiness in their hearts.
However, he was, after all, the Clan Leader. He quickly suppressed his momentary loss of composure, and his deep voice rang beside the ears of every Yao Clan member.
As Yao Dan's final shout fell, countless figures immediately shot out from the mountain range. Among them were not only the Yao Clan's elders.