Xu Yi stared blankly at the Soul-Summoning Banner in his palm, unable to hide his excitement. A dozen breaths earlier, he had activated it and successfully collected six Yang Venerable souls. The banner had then begun humming all over, and three Law Patterns had turned pale white, glowing faintly.
By now, the three Law Patterns were actually beginning to leap, as if they were about to break free of the banner's confines.
After vibrating and humming for dozens of breaths, the Soul-Summoning Banner finally fell silent. The three Law Patterns had turned jade-white.
Xu Yi knew this was no time to study the Soul-Summoning Banner. The members of the Yun Household would certainly be in contact with one another; if something had gone wrong here, the others would soon find out.
He hurriedly put away the Soul-Summoning Banner and the six Sumeru Rings, then vanished in a flash.
Xu Yi had been gone for only dozens of breaths when three people hurried to the scene. The one in front was Seventh Elder Yun.
A dozen breaths later, six more people came rushing from each of the northwest and southeast.
Apart from the dead Thirteenth Clan Elder Yun and the others, all fifteen remaining members had gathered here.
Although they had already feared the worst, when the blood-soaked ground came into view, Seventh Elder Yun's heart clenched. Tears immediately rolled down his face, and he trembled all over, his emotions in turmoil.
The others were hardly any better, all overcome with grief.
They had come from the same line and known one another since childhood. Years of shared history had naturally made their bonds incredibly deep.
Just half an hour ago, their flesh and blood kin had been full of life. In the blink of an eye, they had become a