"Hun Tiandi, you lost."
Xiao Yan's voice was calm, yet it pronounced the final verdict on the Soul Clan, a clan that had existed for tens of thousands of years and nearly conquered the Dou Qi Continent.
Hun Tiandi looked utterly dejected. Bitter unwillingness filled his heart, but that heart had already been pierced, and the life was draining from his body.
Although someone at his level could survive without a physical vessel, his strength would decline as a result.
Even at his peak, he had been no match for Xiao Yan. Reduced to a soul, he would probably be at Xiao Yan's mercy.
Hun Tiandi knew his defeat was sealed. He did not struggle, but the unwillingness in his heart made him throw back his head and roar, "All those millennia of scheming by my Soul Clan, only to end up drawing water with a bamboo basket! Why?! Hahahaha..."
His roar gave way to bitter laughter. No one knew how much hardship and bitterness lay behind all those years of effort.
Everything he had worked for had vanished in a single day. Anyone would have found that unbearable.
Unfortunately, Hun Tiandi could only accept it. He looked at Xiao Yan, who was walking toward him, and knew what fate awaited him. An ugly, bitter smile appeared on his face. "Xiao Xuan, to think my Soul Clan still lost to your Xiao Clan in the end."
Hun Tiandi closed his eyes in despair. Then he felt a sharp pain in his neck.
Xiao Yan bit Hun Tiandi, his fangs easily piercing the vital vessels in his throat. His scarlet eyes grew redder still. At that moment, Xiao Yan resembled a bloodsucking monster, ceaselessly drinking Hun Tiandi's blood.
With his heart already dead, Hun Tiandi did not struggle at all. He