Afterward, Xiao Yan completely disregarded everything and directly pulled Huo Zhi toward the rear, fleeing without even looking back.
It was not that Xiao Yan did not want revenge. The man before him was undoubtedly the Soul Clan's fourth member. Ling Fengzhui had already warned Xiao Yan that this man was a Dou Sheng and that he had to be careful. Moreover, with a single strike in their recent exchange, he had shattered Xiao Yan's Devouring Vortex, proving that his strength was indeed extraordinary.
Even if Xiao Yan were still at his peak, someone like this would be a formidable enemy, much less now, when his Dou Qi had been greatly depleted. Forcing himself to kill Tang Qiying was now clearly extremely difficult. He could only tolerate letting him escape once more; his and Huo Zhi's lives were what mattered most.
The Heavenly Tomb Conference lasted a full three years, and not even one year had passed yet. As long as Tang Qiying and the Soul Clan members remained here, there would surely be another chance to deal with them.
As long as the green hills remained, there would be no lack of firewood. If they forcibly stayed, there was only one road ahead: death!
Yet just as Xiao Yan intended to leave, he suddenly realized that even his retreat route was gone!
A suffocating, terrifying pressure descended like four invisible mountains, abruptly appearing from the east, south, west, and north, instantly sealing off every possible route of escape!
Four figures appeared soundlessly in the void less than ten thousand zhang away from them, like ghosts. Their auras were deep and enduring; they were clearly Dou Sheng-level experts as well.
However, their bodies were somewhat translucent and illusory, and they radiated dense, icy, deathly auras. They were not living people,