"Bang!"
Gu Dao kicked aside the rubble before him and barely steadied himself. His left arm had lost all feeling below the elbow and hung limply at his side.
He was the sole survivor of the Three Immortals of the Gu Clan. Glancing back, he saw the blood-red formation still slowly revolving in the direction of the Soul Realm, like a ravenous beast that remained greedy even after eating its fill.
"Fire Spirit, return to the Yan Clan at once and activate the formation to prevent a sneak attack." Yan Jin pressed one hand against the wound beneath his ribs, which would not stop bleeding, and gripped Fairy Fire Spirit's arm with the other. His voice sounded as though he had forced it out of his throat.
Fairy Fire Spirit could no longer stand steadily. She knelt on one knee, her dark hair disheveled and her face drained of color. Blood covered her entire body, and she could no longer tell her own from her companions'. Hearing Yan Jin address her, she merely nodded. She did not even have the strength to speak.
Lei Ying lay on his back, his chest heaving violently. His Thunder God Armor had long since shattered into several pieces, leaving only a few fragments barely clinging to his shoulders. A Ninth-grade Pill was rapidly repairing his wounds and replenishing his Dou Qi.
"Everyone, my Yao Clan was weak to begin with. Now our entire army has been annihilated, and the resources we accumulated over ten thousand years have been exhausted. This old man must return to the Yao Clan immediately to make arrangements. Farewell."
His words plunged everyone into deathly silence.
Yao Dan, the Yao Clan Leader, was a ninth-grade Alchemist and a mid-stage Seven-Star Dou Saint. He had poured the Yao Clan's entire reserves