Xiao Yan Makes His Move

Demon Emperor Xuanxin swept his hollow gaze over Huo Tao and let out a strange, jie-jie laugh. His voice was still a layered mass of countless tones, shaking the souls of all who heard it.

"Are you still counting on that bunch of trash from the Mohe Ancient Clan? How laughable."

"This Seat might as well tell you—the old fellows of the Mohe Ancient Clan have long since been held up by the mighty ones of our Sacred Clan in the Void Battlefield. Forget coming to save you; whether they themselves can survive is still hard to say!"

The moment those words came out, the last trace of color drained completely from Huo Tao and the others' faces. They looked ashen!

Even their final hope of reinforcements was gone!

Of everyone present, the highest cultivation belonged only to Tou She Ancient God, who had just broken through to Spirit Grade Mid-Stage, and Xiao Yan at Spirit Grade Late-Stage. There was no Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign presiding over them at all.

This time, they had truly fallen into a desperate situation!

"The Mohe Ancient Clan?"

Xiao Yan looked toward the void in the east and could faintly sense some chaotic battle fluctuations.

Clearly, this invasion by the Evil Clan from Outside the Realm was no spur-of-the-moment decision, but something planned out long in advance.

They were likely trying to imitate the old lightning strike against the Five Spirit Clans, heavily wounding the Supreme Experts of the Mohe Ancient Clan in one stroke and completely tearing open the eastern defensive line of the Great Thousand World!

"I really did come at just the right time. A battle of this level hasn't erupted in so many years, yet I just had to run into it."

Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly.

However, he