Just as Nihility Devouring Flame calculated the timing for launching the plan, several figures flew over at high speed. They were Hun Shan and the last few mighty experts of the Soul Clan.
"Lord Nihility, what should we do? Even the Ancestor is dead."
Hun Shan looked at Nihility Devouring Flame with a face full of terror.
Just as Nihility Devouring Flame was about to speak, a flash of blood-red light pierced through Hun Shan's chest. He instantly lost all signs of life.
"Nihility, you're next."
A voice devoid of warmth pierced straight through the air.
The Soul Clan experts who had originally intended to seek Nihility Devouring Flame's aid scattered like frightened birds. Hun Tiandi, who strolled forward at an unhurried pace, paid no attention to these rats. His aura remained firmly locked onto Nihility Devouring Flame.
Hun Tiandi had originally possessed black hair and black eyes and favored white robes. Yet the Boundless Blood Sea had already dyed his hair and eyes crimson. Even his immaculate white robe had mostly changed color, its white and red mingling together to give him an exceptionally sinister appearance.
Hun Tiandi stood in midair with his hands behind his back, facing Nihility Devouring Flame from afar. On the surface, the two seemed evenly matched, each holding their own ground.
But everyone knew that Nihility Devouring Flame had lost this round—lost utterly and completely. He had no escape from this calamity.
At that moment, who knew how many Soul Clan experts watching the battle had turned deathly pale?
They had all supported this operation. The assassination attempt against Hun Tiandi had failed, and given Hun Tiandi's temperament, what followed would surely be a purge that swept across the entire clan. Not a single one of them would escape.
Was heaven truly dooming the