The other side.
Third level of the Heavenly Tomb, at its core.
In an unknown corner, several ruin-like stone slabs were piled together. This was where Hun Yu and the others were currently staying.
With Ancestor Hun Diao sealed away and Hun Ruoruo and the other one having left the group, the once most imposing Xiao-Soul Alliance had instantly fallen into an extremely awkward position, far inferior even to Gu Qingyang, who had the support of an Ancient Clan Ancestor.
Meanwhile, with the help of their own Saint Ancestor, the Flame-Lightning-Stone Three Clans, who had originally been forced into an alliance, had instead occupied the most favorable Training Ground, faintly giving off the air of having control over the entire situation.
Helpless, Hun Yu and the others, who had no Saint-tier support, could only hide away in various obscure corners and continuously improve their strength by hunting peak Dou Zun Energy Bodies.
Though they had not achieved any explosive breakthroughs, they had accumulated a vast amount of combat experience. They could even escape with their lives several times when facing Saint-tier Energy Bodies.
"Damn those Flame-Lightning-Stone Three Clans. They really never intended to sincerely help our Soul Clan!"
Beneath the ruins, Hun Ya was curled up in a corner, filthy and bedraggled, as he viciously punched the ground.
"During this period alone, a full third of the nine-star Energy Bodies we hunted have been snatched away by the Lightning Clan. If they did not have the protection of that Lightning Clan Ancestor, I would have torn out his soul, seized his spirit, and hung him on a Soul Lamp to burn!"
Hearing this, Hun Li, who was equally disheveled, snorted coldly. "The reason those other three clans agreed to give the Spirit Clan quota to our clan was merely because