As Xiao Jin and Yao Wanhuo were talking, another spatial crack appeared in the sky.
Two figures drifted out of it and crashed heavily onto the ground.
Several Ancient Clan elders who were closest hurried over to examine them, only to find that both had completely lost all signs of life.
"Are they from the Soul Clan?"
"Isn't that the Soul Clan's young clan leader, Hun Feng? How did he die so miserably?"
"Hiss, judging by the looks of it, he seems to have been roasted alive by some sort of flame with an extremely high temperature."
"Tsk, he's already turned into a dried corpse. If he weren't wearing the Soul Clan's clothes, I really wouldn't have recognized him as a member of the Soul Clan."
"Dead is dead. The Heavenly Tomb is full of dangers. Didn't people from the Yao Clan and Lei Clan die too?"
Some sighed, while others gloated. No one felt any sorrow.
None of the Ancient Emperor Clans shared a pair of pants with the Soul Clan. Whenever they saw the Soul Clan suffer, they could only feel delighted.
Huo Xuan and Huo Zhi looked at the corpses of Hun Feng and the other man with complicated expressions. A seductive, enchanting beauty dressed in a red robe noticed their reactions and couldn't help asking, "Do you know how those two died?"
Huo Zhi said nothing, but Huo Xuan nodded heavily.
They had both witnessed Hun Feng's death. They had watched with their own eyes as Yao Ling roasted Hun Feng to death with flames.
No matter how agonizing Hun Feng's screams had been, Yao Ling had never shown the slightest intention of holding back.
The Soul Clan had annihilated the Yao Clan. Could anyone really expect her to stop?
Wouldn't that make Yao Ling a