"What's going on? Why did you withdraw from the fight?"
Lei Dong, who was alone and had not joined the battle, was only an Eight-Star Dou Zong. Joining in would have been nothing but courting death, so he had witnessed the Ancient Clan members withdrawing early on.
"We've all been fooled... Hun Tianchen has already set up a death trap, waiting for all of us to enter and fight over this Heavenly Tier Martial Skill..." Gu Qingyang said to Lei Dong. "The two of us need to explain the situation to the Yan and Shi Clans and stop them from continuing to fight for it. Something will happen."
"So that's it... Let's hurry and tell them." Lei Dong knew that Hun Tianchen was their greatest enemy. He acted at once and immediately set off.
Within the Yan Clan's group, four young people were slaughtering their way through the battlefield. Each had a burning flame mark on their forehead, as lifelike as real fire and radiating scorching heat.
"Huo Xuan!" Gu Qingyang shouted at one of the white-robed men as he rushed over with Lei Dong.
"Gu Qingyang, Lei Dong?" Huo Xuan raised a brow. "What is it?"
He too was one of the Yan Clan's outstanding young talents, on roughly the same level as Gu Qingyang and Lei Dong.
"Tell your people to stop." After Gu Qingyang explained Hun Tianchen's plan, Huo Xuan's expression gradually turned grave.
Their ability to grow to this point proved that none of them were fools. It was simply that the Heavenly Tier Martial Skill was far too tempting.
Although their clans possessed Heavenly Tier Martial Skills, most of them were beyond their ability to cultivate. If they could seize this Heavenly Tier Martial Skill, would that not mean gaining another trump card?
"Everyone, stop.