"Two Divine Bloodlines?!"
Seeing the two of them on the field, Yao Yang's expression changed drastically. The remaining Bloodline Power within him instinctively filled him with fear.
Even in his wildest imagination, he would never have believed that Yao Xian's words, which had sounded like alarmist nonsense to him, would come true before his very eyes so quickly!
Under the unblinking gazes of the two Yao Clan Saints, the void before Hun Ruoruo rippled faintly. The ancient and sacred phantom of a colossal tree seemed to have received the tomb's summons and began to sway gently.
That absurd sight finally made it impossible for Yao Yang to remain calm. Unprecedented fury surged continuously from his heart.
"You little brats of the Soul Clan! You dare devour my clan's bloodline? Are you not afraid that the Seven Clans will join forces to execute you?!"
Blazing fire attribute Dou Qi emerged around Yao Yang's body like tidal waves of flame. Boundless, terrifying Saintly might seemed capable of crushing the heavens, carrying unimaginable pressure.
The might of a Half-Saint—even if he was merely an Energy Body, the power he possessed was enough to effortlessly suppress anyone beneath the Saint Stage.
This was an absolutely insurmountable chasm.
"So this is the strength of a Half-Saint?"
Watching Yao Yang rise like a resplendent sun, Hun Yu felt icy cold all over despite the support of his Divine Bloodline. He could not stop himself from swallowing.
Even so, there was not the slightest hint of retreat in his eyes. Instead, they held a trace of utter madness.
Hun Yu knew that when facing an expert like a Half-Saint, the only way to leave himself a sliver of hope was to confront the danger head-on. Even the slightest fear or hesitation would only hasten his death.
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