"Ye Tianlong, you're still alive!" Nangong Feng exclaimed in surprise.
Ye Tianlong was a veteran Mahayana cultivator of the Ye Family. He had not shown himself for nearly ten thousand years, and they had assumed he was dead. After all, when they had attacked the Ye Family, they had been certain he had already perished. Otherwise, they would never have dared launch the assault. And later events had proven their guess right: the Devil Race had nearly wiped out the Ye Family, yet Ye Tianlong had never appeared.
But now Ye Tianlong had suddenly reappeared, and before them stood a cultivator at the Mahayana Great Perfection stage.
Nangong Feng's expression changed drastically. She spread out her spiritual sense, trying to find Shi Yue and the others.
If Shi Yue and the other Mahayana cultivators were all here, they would likely be in grave danger.
All things had their opposites, and Demonic Beasts were not invincible. Thunder-based arts were among the few Divine Abilities that could counter them. Besides that, thunder-based arts also countered the Blood Ancestor's Blood Prison Divine Ability.
"Hmph. I didn't expect anyone to remember this old man. Since you do, how dare you still attack our Ye Family? You're asking for death. Today, I'll make you pay blood for blood." Ye Tianlong's voice was cold, devoid of the slightest emotion.
The Devil Race had invaded Divine Soldier Star and slaughtered the Ye Family. It was a disgrace the family could never forget. Blood debts had to be repaid in blood.
"You think you can talk like that when you're alone?" the Blood Ancestor sneered, his face full of disdain.
"Talk? I'll show you whether I'm just talking." Ye Tianlong's expression turned cold as he formed a hand seal.
The Black Thunderclouds churned violently, and a deafening rumble