An overwhelming aura of death spread through the air, and the Yan Clan members watched the surrounding black mist warily.
They could feel that aura of death seeping into their bodies through every opening. Neither Dou Qi nor Soul Power could stop its infiltration.
Feeling his vitality draining away and realizing that the Yan Clan had already begun a slow death, Yan Jin flew into a rage and roared at the Hun Clan members, "Even if my Yan Clan perishes, your Hun Clan won't get off lightly!"
"Elders, follow me! Kill!"
"Kill!"
Nearby, all the Yan Clan experts shot into the air upon hearing Yan Jin's roar, charging toward the Hun Clan experts with determination and fury.
All the Dou Qi within their bodies boiled at that moment, and their auras surged along with it. This would be their final battle.
They no longer hoped to escape alive. They only hoped to drag a few more enemies down with them.
"You want the fish to die and the net to break?" Seeing the Yan Clan members use secret techniques to boil their Dou Qi and greatly strengthen their auras, Hun Shengtian sneered. "I'm afraid you don't have what it takes."
"Realm of Death Formation!"
As the four of them roared, the pitch-black Death Qi in the sky began to seethe.
The Yan Clan members discovered that the Hun Clan members were already flying out of the formation. As they retreated, sneers still lingered on their faces, as though mocking the Yan Clan for overestimating themselves.
"Come back!"
"Hun Clan, you filthy creatures! You spineless cowards!"
Seeing the Hun Clan members withdraw, the Yan Clan experts who had been prepared to fight to mutual destruction let out unwilling roars. They could feel the seemingly endless Death Qi in the surrounding space