Just as Xiao Yan had expected, while Hun Miesheng reclaimed the Demon Flame Origin and was being besieged by four Four-star Dou Saints, an aged voice suddenly rang out through the space. "Everyone, you dare bully my clansman like this? Do you truly think the Soul Clan has no one left?"
Everyone's expressions changed drastically. Those attacking Hun Miesheng immediately retreated from the Dark Mist he had released, warily watching the grey-robed old man slowly emerge from within.
This man's appearance and build were entirely ordinary. Even the aura of strength he initially emitted was merely at the level of a High-level Half-Saint. Yet as the pair of black eyebrows on his face began to lengthen strangely, the immense power within him, so overwhelming it made one suffocate, finally erupted.
"So it's you, Old Man Hun Mo?!" Upon seeing this black-browed old man, the faces of Yao Wangui and the other Ancient Clan elders darkened, their eyes filled with wariness.
An elder of the Lei Clan snorted coldly. Lightning surged around him as he loudly demanded, "First there was a half-step Five-star Dou Saint, Hun Miesheng, and now a Five-star Dou Saint like you has entered the fray. Does your Soul Clan truly intend to disregard the agreement?!"
"The agreement? What does that amount to before the Demon Flame Origin?"
Old Man Hun Mo smiled faintly. His gaze swept across everyone present before deliberately lingering on Xiao Yan for a moment. However, he did not make a move. Instead, he sighed softly and turned his gaze toward the empty space not far away. "You old monster from the Little Pill Tower, now that I have revealed myself, why are you still hiding?"
There was another expert!
Everyone was startled and followed Old Man Hun Mo's gaze.
The distant void twisted,