Above the Misty Cloud Sect, the atmosphere abruptly froze.
Fan Tian raised his head to look at the rift, his pupils contracting slightly.
A Two-Star Dou Zun.
A Three-Star Dou Zun.
More than a dozen Hall of Souls Dou Zong Protectors.
That force was enough to trample the entire Northwest Continent flat.
Gu Xun'er froze as well.
She looked at Venerable Qing Hai and Venerable Qin Tian, all color draining from her fair face.
People from the Hall of Souls.
Why were they here?
Venerable Qing Hai stepped forward. Grayish-white dou qi surged like a tide as his eerie green gaze swept over those below, finally settling on Gu Xun'er and Yao Ling.
"People from the Gu Clan and the Yao Clan?"
Venerable Qing Hai gave a sinister chuckle.
"To think I'd encounter descendants of the Gu Clan and the Yao Clan here. And their bloodline grades seem quite high, too. What an unexpected delight."
Venerable Qin Tian remained expressionless, his voice low. "Take them back. At a critical moment, they could earn us recognition."
Gu Xun'er clenched her teeth.
She was in terrible condition. Her battle with Fan Tian had consumed far too much dou qi and bloodline power.
Now, facing two Dou Zun, she barely even had the strength to flee.
But she could not surrender without a fight.
Members of the Gu Clan would rather die than fall into the hands of the Hall of Souls.
Especially her.
If she were captured and the Hun Clan used her to threaten Gu Yuan, the Gu Clan would truly be in danger.
"Little girl of the Gu Clan, why so tense?"
Venerable Qing Hai stood with his hands behind his back, his tone as casual as idle chatter.
"Come with me and serve me well. Perhaps you'll still have