"Hun Jing, Hun Yan, and Hun Sha... Three of the Four Demon Saints of the Hun Clan actually came!" Gongsun Sanbu's expression turned grave on the ground below.
As the Soul Clan's representative upper echelon, every one of the Four Demon Saints possessed the strength of a Late Seven-star Dou Saint. Even Yao Dan was inferior to any one of them. The pressure three Late Seven-star Dou Saints exerted upon the Yao Clan was no weaker than Nihility Devouring Flame's!
"You Soul Clan truly think highly of our Yao Clan!" Yao Dan's gaze was as sharp as blades, his voice low and venomous.
"Yao Dan, your Yao Clan's pill refining skills are rather good. If you surrender to our Soul Clan and become our vassals, perhaps your bloodline may yet be preserved," the leading old man said with a soft laugh.
"Even if the Yao Clan spills its very last drop of blood, we will never submit and live shamefully beneath your Soul Clan!" Yao Dan said coldly. As an Ancient Dou Di clan, even though their bloodline had gradually declined, the pride etched into their bones would never allow them to surrender!
"Since that is the case, then kill them all today." The old man was not surprised by Yao Dan's answer. With a faint smile, he casually waved his hand and spoke softly.
At his words, the numerous Hun Clan experts behind the Four Demon Saints swept forward one after another, revealing savage grins as they searched for their prey.
Meanwhile, in the highest reaches of the air, the battle underwent a tremendous change.
At the edges of the towns and cities surrounding all of Yao Mountain, countless orbs of Black Flame rose into the sky and eventually entered the Black Flame that filled the heavens. At once,