The power of a clan mark had always been a trump card. Back when Xun'er activated her clan mark and used the Ancient Clan's divine abilities, she would fall into a prolonged state of weakness. Without more than half a month of recuperation, she would likely struggle to even use Dou Qi.
And once the Xiao Clan Mark faded, Xiao Yan would inevitably fall under their control.
Yet just as everyone from the Soul Clan grew increasingly tense, the previously silent Xiao Yan suddenly laughed.
"Heh."
He raised his head, a trace of mockery in his eyes as he sneered, "Who told you I'd stand here like an idiot and wait for the power of my clan mark to disappear?"
"What did you say?"
Gu Shan and the other man froze at his words and turned to look ahead, only to see a flicker of purple-gold light appear behind Xiao Yan. No one knew when it had emerged.
In an instant, Mang Tianchi's expression changed drastically. He roared, "This fluctuation... the aura of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Royal Family?!"
Having traveled across the Central Continent for many years and visited the Ancient Void Dragon Lightning Pool several times, he recognized the origin of that light at a glance.
The next moment, the purple-gold glow flashed and vanished. The once-hidden space quietly cracked apart.
"Bzzzz—"
Amid waves of strange humming, two exquisite Fire Lotus flowers slowly bloomed layer by layer within the spatial rift. Six-colored radiance gleamed from them, carrying a deathly aura of destruction.
After merely one glance, Tong Xuan's face turned deathly pale. Nearly exhausting every ounce of strength in his life, he let out a shrill scream—
"Retreat!!"
But it was already too late.
Xiao Yan spread his hands, and the two Lotus Flowers began spinning as though