"Nihility Devouring Flame and Hun Tiandi may already be going after our Ancient Jade." Gu Yuan pondered for a moment before speaking slowly. "Though I am not in the clan, even if Hun Tiandi comes to the Gu Clan, he will gain nothing."
He paused, a trace of composure in his voice. "Our Gu Clan naturally has nothing to fear, and the Ancient Jade is perfectly safe."
"The Yan and Lei Clans are not clay for anyone to mold at will, either." Yan Jin looked at Gu Yuan. "Even with the two of us absent, the remnant souls of the Flame Emperor and Thunder Emperor can draw on the Protective Clan Formation to unleash the combat power of an Early-Stage Nine-Star Dou Sheng."
"Exactly." Lei Ying nodded and flexed his newly regrown arm. "Before attacking the Soul Realm, we made contingency plans and left enough forces in our clans to maintain the Protective Clan Formations. If Nihility Devouring Flame thinks the Lei Clan has no one left, he is welcome to try us."
Yan Jin also nodded slightly. Though his face was pale, an unyielding light still danced in his eyes like red lotus karmic fire.
All three were gravely wounded. The wound Hun Tiandi had punched through Gu Yuan's chest had healed, but the lingering poison of that dark red baleful energy remained deep within his meridians, sending needlelike stabs of pain through him from time to time. Lei Ying and Yan Jin had regrown their severed arms with Ninth-grade Pills. The tender pink skin stood in stark contrast to the scarred old skin around it, looking indescribably strange.
Ninth-grade Pills truly defied the heavens. Regrowing severed limbs and remolding flesh and blood were nothing short of miracles to mortals. Yet even so, the three men remained pale as