Smoke and flames had shrouded the mountain gate of the Starfall Pavilion for three days.
Xiao Yan hovered in midair, the Heavy Profound Ruler held across his body. Dou Qi surged around him, but it could not hide the weariness between his brows.
He had just blocked an attack from an elder of the Heavenly Underworld Sect, a Dou Zun, and his arm was already numb and aching.
Old Demon Tianming had not only joined the fight himself, but had also brought three Intermediate Half-Saints and dozens of Dou Zuns. The black mist pouring from the Nether Cauldron was constantly corroding the Starfall Pavilion's defenses. If Yao Lao had not been sustaining the protective barrier with his soul power, the mountain gate would have fallen long ago.
"Xiao Yan, it's time you gave up your position as the young pavilion master!"
Old Demon Tianming laughed wildly. The Nether Cauldron spun above his head as the black mist turned into countless tentacles and lashed toward Xiao Yan. "Today, the Heavenly Underworld Sect will flatten the Starfall Pavilion. You and Yao Chen will both die!"
Xiao Yan gave a cold snort and swung the Heavy Profound Ruler. Dou Qi streaked out like a brilliant ribbon, cleaving the black mist apart. "If you want to flatten the Starfall Pavilion, you'll have to get past me first!"
But the moment the words left his mouth, an Intermediate Half-Saint from the Heavenly Underworld Sect suddenly attacked from the side. His palm carried a destructive aura as it slammed straight toward Xiao Yan's back.
"Watch out!"
Yao Lao's urgent shout rang out, but two other Half-Saints had him tied down. He couldn't break away to help.
Xiao Yan's heart clenched. He had just started to turn and defend himself when a chill swept over his back.