Calamity of the Thunder Clan

Xiao Yan stood in the sky, looking down below. Clad in black robes, his silver flame-like hair danced in the wind, and his eyes were like pools deep within a forest—profound and tranquil.

A faint baleful aura lingered around him, brought about by the death of the Flame Clan's clan leader, an late Eight-Star Dou Sheng. It added an indescribable sense of pressure to his presence.

Xiao Yu glanced up at Xiao Yan in the air and could not help rolling her eyes. She said irritably:

"Little pervert, stop showing off and hurry over to the Thunder Clan to help First Elder and the others. Leave this place to me. Once the Heavenly Flames are collected, I'll have Xiao Qing send them to the Heavenly Tomb."

Xiao Yan nodded slightly and flicked his finger. The Nine Nether Golden Ancestor Flame and Volcanic Stone Flame turned into two streaks of light and landed steadily before Xiao Qing... This was not the time to refine them.

"We'll go with you." Xiao Ning approached with Xiao Ke and Xiao Mei.

Xiao Yan nodded again and waved his hand. Space was immediately torn open into a black rift. Their figures flashed, and they vanished from where they stood.

Above the Thunder Realm, clouds as black as ink piled layer upon layer across the horizon, as though a giant hand had kneaded the entire sky into wrinkled silk.

The sunlight was blocked by the dark clouds. Bolts of lightning occasionally slithered through them, like silver snakes weaving through a black sea.

At times, they tangled together to form a massive web of lightning; at other times, they scattered into fine branches that spread through the clouds like tree roots.

Deafening thunder boomed without end, like war drums being beaten.

A burly man in blue