"No, that's not right. It's not that I can't do it; it's just that I've absorbed too little Bloodline Power. The five million descendants of the Shi Clan have been used up, but isn't there still our own clan? I imagine the ten million descendants of our clan would be quite willing to sacrifice themselves for the safety of our clan."
Hun Tiandi, who had gradually regained his calm, murmured to himself.
"Clan Leader, Lord Xu Wu has returned. Elder Hun Yao has brought Lord Xu Wu back."
A man's voice suddenly rang out from beyond the strange, dense black fog, carrying barely concealed excitement and joy.
"That fellow Xu Wu is back? Have him come see me."
A completely emotionless voice drifted out.
Hun Tiandi slowly descended from the void. In that instant, the cunning, cold-blooded Hun Tiandi had returned once more.
"Yes, Clan Leader!"
Amid faint footsteps, the Soul Clan expert who had delivered the report gradually walked away.
"I wonder why you, having already decided to abandon this sinking ship of our Soul Clan, have chosen to board it again?"
Hun Tiandi's gaze flickered slightly.
A moment later, the dense and eerie black fog writhed. Strands of black flame parted the fog and flew out. As the black flames coiled together, they slowly condensed into a human figure, which eventually appeared clearly before Hun Tiandi.
The figure was entirely concealed beneath a black hooded robe, wrapped in black flames, with strange and intricate black runes crawling across his entire body.
"Hun Tiandi, it seems your circumstances haven't been very good lately. On my way back, I heard that Xiao Xuan, the lifelong enemy you once faced, has returned."
A hoarse voice, so chilling it made one's soul tremble, suddenly emerged from beneath the hood.
"No, not me.