"Damn it!"
"The Soul Clan still exists on this Dou Di Continent!"
The moment the man in the black cloak appeared, Xiao Yan had recognized him at once from the pitch-black chains hanging in the air. This was unmistakably the Soul Hall's usual method from the Dou Qi Continent.
But how could the Soul Clan still exist on the higher plane of the Dou Di Continent?!
And they were exactly the same as the Soul Clan from the Dou Qi Continent!
"Did Father send you?" The resolve in Wu Huan's eyes gradually calmed. No matter what, as long as he did not unleash the full power of the Three-colored Blood Curse, he would not demonize...
"You're still useful. It isn't time for you to die yet." The black-cloaked figure glanced at the barely living Wu Huan and spoke coldly.
"You know a little too much."
"This will be your resting place." Turning toward Xiao Yan, the sinister voice beneath the black cloak made the surrounding space tremble faintly.
Clatter!
As the black-cloaked man's cold shout fell, countless pitch-black chains of unknown material shot explosively out of the black mist, blotting out the sky. They intertwined and crossed one another before crashing down upon Xiao Yan's location. With a violent tremor, the chains sealed off every one of Xiao Yan's escape routes.
"Damn it!"
Xiao Yan cursed inwardly. This black-cloaked man's strength had likely already reached the peak of the Four-star Dou Di realm. Even at his peak, Xiao Yan would have found him difficult to resist, much less in his current heavily injured state.
"Master Ancestor, it looks like I'll have to risk my life," Xiao Yan said gravely.
"No rush. Hold on a little longer," the Golden Dragon King said with considerable satisfaction. Such an intense battle would be