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"Patriarch Bone Yuan, and the other two patriarchs, have all been suppressed!"

"The three strongest in the clan... have all been defeated!"

"Run...!"

Terrified cries exploded through the Spirit Devouring Clan like a plague.

Only at this moment did those Spirit Devouring Clan members still immersed in the formation's empowerment finally come to their senses.

Despair and panic filled their faces.

Countless Spirit Devouring Clan members watched with their own eyes as the three Demon Immortal Realm patriarchs were effortlessly suppressed by the Primordial Ancient Dragon. Those golden dragon claws were like the hands of death; not even their Primordial Spirits had escaped.

In the void around the clan grounds, the densely packed black runes began to shatter in great swathes, like broken glazed glass falling from the skies.

Without the formation to support them, the caves began to collapse. Enormous boulders crashed down, kicking up dust that filled the heavens.

The Spirit Devouring Clan members no longer had any will to fight. They activated their Evasive lights one after another and fled madly beyond the clan grounds. For a time, Evasive lights of every color scattered like meteors in panicked flight, plunging the scene into utter chaos.

The Primordial Ancient Dragon withdrew the palm suppressing the three Primordial Spirits, then slowly turned to look at Lin Fan.

The cold killing intent in those golden pupils, once directed at enemies, had vanished, replaced by a trace of inquiry.

Lin Fan stood in the void, his robes snapping loudly in the fierce wind.

His gaze was calm as still water, as though everything before him was merely an ordinary cleanup.

He gave a slight nod without another word.

The Primordial Ancient Dragon understood at once. Raising a slender finger, he pointed through the boundless distance.

A streak of golden finger light