Powerhouse Arrives

"With my blood, I summon the heavenly lightning."

When Lei Jingxiao first met Xiao Yan, he had used every means at his disposal yet still failed to do anything to him. He had once considered winning with this move, but it was ultimately interrupted and came to nothing.

Times had changed. Tonight, Lei Jingxiao used this move again regardless of the cost in order to avenge Xiao Yan. Thunderbolts filled the sky and crashed down alongside his fury. Yet Lei Jingxiao's opponent tonight was simply too powerful. His desperate, all-out strike was dispelled with nothing more than a light raise of Ling Xuanmo's hand.

The difference between a Dou Zun and a Dou Sheng was as vast as heaven and earth.

"Leave now. Tonight's operation has completely failed. Take the alchemists we've already subdued and get out of here at once."

Ling Haonan's cracked lips moved. "Ling Yuan, I'm sorry. My mad gamble failed. I can only leave this mess of the Spirit Clan to you..."

"Grand Elder! Come with us!"

The withered figure slowly shook his head. "I can't leave. I'll cover your retreat."

"Hurry, someone's already here!"

At this moment, every clansman had gathered of their own accord, so there was no need for the Spirit Clan to waste effort searching for them. Seeing this, Ling Yuan gritted his teeth and said to the other Dou Sheng-level experts, "Return to the clan!"

Tonight's plan had failed. They could discuss blame and remedies later. But if the Spirit Clan left too slowly, they might truly be trapped here tonight with no way out. A massive spatial vortex suddenly opened, and the members of the Spirit Clan swiftly rushed into it, leaving Holy Pill City.

About three breaths after they departed, space rippled faintly, and an elegant figure in a