No Survivors

Lin Ming led the members of the Five Elements Sect forward through mid-air at a leisurely pace, like deities who controlled life and death descending upon this plain steeped in despair.

Meanwhile, beside the altar, Zi Yan swayed slightly. Summoning and controlling the Ancestral Soul of a Primordial Void Dragon had placed too great a burden on her. The suffocating, profound purple light and vast Dragon Might around her rapidly receded like the tide.

Her little face was pale, and her breath had grown weak. Clearly, she would be unable to use that terrifying power again anytime soon.

Seeing Zi Yan withdraw from that despair-inducing Ancestral Soul state, the remaining members of the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan—including the black-robed old man Huang Xuan, the white-haired man, and the feeble Feng Qing'er—could not help but feel slightly relieved, as though a massive boulder pressing upon their hearts had been shifted open by a tiny crack.

Without the utterly irresistible power of the Ancestral Soul, Lin Ming and the others were still powerful, but at least... there seemed to be a slight chance to struggle and survive within this certain-death predicament.

They even began instinctively calculating how they might use their remaining strength to force open that Soul Restriction. Perhaps there was still a sliver of hope.

However, the faint relief and luck they had just felt at Zi Yan's exhaustion had not even had time to fully spread through their hearts before the next sight utterly crushed it, reducing it to deeper despair and icy dread!

Lin Ming, who was walking toward them, remained calm and expressionless. He merely raised his sleeve and casually waved it toward the empty air beside him.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

Two completely different figures, both capable of making souls tremble, appeared out of nowhere like ghosts and