Confrontation

Just as everyone was reeling from the shock of Xiao Yan's rocket-like rise to Seven-Star Dou Venerate, an unexpected change suddenly occurred!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two dense clouds of black mist, so thick they seemed impossible to disperse, shot madly from the distant horizon like two enraged netherworld black dragons, accompanied by ear-piercing sounds of breaking air and an icy aura that made souls tremble!

Their speed was so great that, in an instant, they tore through the sky and appeared above the sky, finally coming to a halt beside the bodies of Hun Ya and Hun Li, who lay silently on the ground without a trace of life.

The black mist abruptly stopped, then swiftly gathered, transforming into two old men dressed in black robes embroidered with strange runes.

The two had withered faces and deeply sunken eye sockets, with dim flames flickering in their pupils. The auras radiating from them were both that of high-grade Dou Venerates, and one had even reached the level of Peak Dou Venerate. The uniquely cold pressure of the Hun Clan they exuded still caused the surrounding temperature to plummet.

These two were precisely Hun Lin and Hun Jun, the elders of the Hun Clan responsible for escorting Hun Ya and Hun Li to the Ancient Realm and waiting here for them.

When their gazes fell upon Hun Ya and Hun Li's cold, rigid corpses, their faces still bearing traces of horror and unwillingness, the two seemed as though they had been struck by lightning. Their bodies stiffened sharply, and their pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints!

"Hun Ya! Hun Li!"

A hoarse, low roar filled with disbelief and fury squeezed out from Hun Lin's throat.

His body trembled faintly, while his withered hands clenched tightly enough for his nails to nearly pierce his flesh.