Xiao Yan killed Hun Miesheng with devastating speed, but he did not pay much attention to him. With Hun Miesheng's strength, he posed no threat whatsoever to Xiao Yan. Now that his soul had entered the Emperor Realm, Xiao Yan could look down upon Hun Miesheng completely.
Xiao Yan lightly flicked his fingers and indifferently glanced at the hollow-eyed body before him. With a sweep of his sleeve, he reduced it directly to dust. Then he raised his head and frowned at the chaotic battlefield in the sky. This was probably the first battlefield of such scale Xiao Yan had encountered in all these years. The terrifying strength displayed by the Hun Clan once again made his expression turn grave. The allied army present had been formed from the four great forces of the Ancient Clan, Yan Clan, Lei Clan, and Heavenly Mansion Alliance. The number of experts among them was extremely considerable, yet even so, the battle remained deadlocked.
Xiao Yan first swept his gaze over the battlefield, then looked up at the black mist filling the sky. Hun Clan experts constantly darted through that black mist. With Xiao Yan's current strength, anyone below the level of a seven-star Dou Saint could hardly draw his attention. Yet for some reason, he sensed that the black mist seemed to conceal quite a few auras that even he greatly feared...
It was only a faint sensation. Had his soul not reached the Emperor Realm, Xiao Yan would never have detected anything so subtle. Still, this feeling made his expression grow increasingly solemn. The Hun Clan's power truly seemed exceptionally terrifying.
"If this continues, today will probably become a bitter battle..."
Xiao Yan's eyes flickered. Then his gaze suddenly shifted toward the northern side of the battlefield. Black mist swirled there, and