As the armies of both sides clashed, the Allied Forces' plan to hunt down the Soul Clan's Four Demon Saints began as well.
"Hehe, Hun Jing, how about having a chat with us three old friends?"
The Three Immortals of the Ancient Clan went straight for Hun Jing, the eldest of the Soul Clan's Four Demon Saints.
Hun Jing's heart sank at once.
The Three Immortals of the Ancient Clan were evenly matched with the Four Demon Saints. They were opponents of the same rank, and over the thousand-year covert war between the Soul Clan and the Ancient Clan, they had crossed paths more times than they could count. They knew each other very well.
Now that all three had come at once, unless outside help intervened, Hun Jing would perish here today. Lord Nihility Devouring Flame, why had he not descended yet?!
"Gu Dao, the three of you are actually joining forces against me alone. How truly despicable."
As Hun Jing stalled for time, he searched for a way to break the deadlock.
"When you four brothers used your numerical advantage to suppress us over the years, you certainly didn't say that."
Gu Dao exchanged a glance with the other two. The three of them immediately spread out into a triangular formation, firmly trapping Hun Jing within it.
Hun Jing glanced from the corner of his eye and guarded against them in secret. "So what? I—"
"Hmph, you sure talk a lot. He's stalling for time. Attack. We need to finish him before Nihility Devouring Flame arrives."
Gu Dao gave a cold laugh. With a clench of his hand, a long azure staff appeared in his grasp, and he swung it at Hun Jing.
"Attack!"
The other two followed with a storm of attacks.
*These old bastards really knew