Facing that terrifying, world-destroying surge of energy, even the Yao Clan's protective grand formation finally shattered completely, turning into countless specks of light that poured down from the sky. The light reflected streaks of radiance, illuminating the numb, stunned faces below.
Even after exhausting all their strength, they had still failed to change the outcome. Beneath that demon-god-like figure in the sky, many people felt despair and terror.
Xiao Yan watched the scene with a grave expression as Dou Qi quietly began to circulate within him. A black gleam flashed beside him, and King Bei appeared once more. Xiao Yan also retreated a few steps and stood beside Old Yao. This crisis was likely the most severe they had faced in all these years. Against the net the Hun Clan had laid, even he had no absolute confidence that he could break through.
Old Yao withdrew his gaze from the sky, his eyes slightly moist. Though he did not feel deeply attached to the Yao Clan, that phantom figure from before had been a godlike existence in the hearts of all Yao Clan members. Watching him vanish completely, everyone with Yao Clan blood felt, at that moment, as though something immensely important within their bloodline had quietly disappeared.
"If things go wrong, leave first. The Heavenly Mansion Alliance cannot be without you. Besides, you still need to save your father."
Old Yao's voice was hoarse.
Xiao Yan's expression changed slightly. He said nothing, but determination surged in his dark eyes.
"Rest assured, Teacher..."
After a brief silence, Xiao Yan spoke softly, though it was impossible to tell exactly what he meant by those words.
Under countless gazes, Yao Dan, standing in midair, slowly straightened himself. The disappearance of that remnant soul had left a great emptiness in their hearts, but