Rescue Arrives

Kun Huang looked at the tragic figure clutching Xiao Yan's rapidly cooling body, at those eyes burning with madness and hatred, and could not help but frown slightly.

Kun Huang naturally did not care much about the hatred of someone about to die. Since his birth, up to the point of becoming a Dou Sheng, the prodigies and powerful experts who had fallen by his hand over the millennia had long become too numerous to count.

If Kun Huang had to remember everyone who died at his hands, he would not need to do anything else for the rest of his life.

Xiao Yan was not the first, and Yao Wan would not be the last.

Kun Huang ignored Yao Wan's hate-filled gaze and turned to look at the continuously collapsing Sword Mountain and the gradually shattering vortex of fiery rain.

The earth trembled without pause, while the impact drew ever closer.

Clearly, even the ancient perilous land of the Barren Ancient Domain could not stop Dui Sheng's advance. As a genuine mid-stage Dou Sheng, at Dui Sheng's level, Heaven and Earth Power could no longer truly restrict his steps.

Ever since the eight Dou Di had shattered the void and left the Dou Qi Continent, both the powerful experts born upon the continent and Heaven and Earth Power itself had generally been declining.

No Dou Di could be born, powerful experts became fewer and fewer, and the ancient Places of Inheritance gradually fell apart. Such was the state of things.

The Tunling Clan, however, was precisely the opposite. The weaker Heaven and Earth Power became, the less able it was to prevent their strength from gradually seeping through. Naturally, they grew ever stronger as well.

As the supreme magical beasts of ancient times and descendants of the Ancient Sky