Overwhelming the Four Demon Saints

A clear, resounding cry echoed above the Yao Clan Sacred Mountain, now shrouded in dark clouds.

Though it was merely a single cry, it chilled the blood of the Four Demon Saints, who had worn smug expressions just moments ago.

"Dragon Phoenix?!"

Having lived for over a thousand years, the well-traveled Four Demon Saints recognized its identity almost immediately. As they sensed that tide-like aura spreading toward them, even the four of them could not help but change expressions.

The terrifying figure in the void transformed into a tall, graceful woman in a purple dress as it crossed the overlapping spaces. With one step, she traversed ten thousand miles and arrived at Xiao Yan's side.

"You sure made me wait—"

A smile still lingered at the corner of Zi Yan's lips as she asked, "I'm not too late, am I?"

"How are things outside?"

"The situation isn't good. These people are only the advance hounds; the real enemies are still behind them."

The smile on Zi Yan's lips gradually faded as she spoke.

"—No matter. We'll deal with this side first!"

Xiao Yan did not continue wasting time on pointless thoughts. He would wipe out these people before him first—

The moment his words fell, a scorching Flame Storm surged from Xiao Yan's palm. He gave it a fierce push, sending it sweeping outward. The billowing heat made even the Four Demon Saints frown.

"There's no time to lose. Kill these two first. We cannot delay the greater matter any longer!"

Hun Tu intended to disperse the surging Flame Storm with a single palm strike. Yet when his withered, corpse-like hand unleashed a black gale and shattered the storm, he suddenly felt a piercing burn, forcing him to withdraw his hand.

"What?!"

Hun Tu cried out in shock, his heart