Chapter 670: Four Demon Saints

Gazing at the increasingly ethereal demonic array, every Yao Clan member's heart turned icy—they had never imagined that this array, forged with the entire clan's strength, still could not stand against that terrifying being.

In the center of the array, the ethereal old man clad in coarse hemp robes gazed upon this scene and let out a soft sigh; his murmured words drifted into everyone's ears.

"This calamity still cannot be avoided."

As his voice faded, his form suddenly shot out of the array, transforming into a flickering beam of light that pierced through the Black Flame clouds at a speed surpassing light, finally rushing into the body of Void Swallowing Flame.

"Boom!"

The two collided—only a muffled, unloud thud—but Void Swallowing Flame's body shuddered violently, and for the first time, a trace of anger surfaced in his voice: "You damned fool, vanish into the heavens and earth!"

Black Flame erupted from his body in a vast, overwhelming tide, and then a faint sound echoed—as if a Spiritual Soul had shattered.

The sound was quiet, yet every Yao Clan member froze in place; they could feel something within their Bloodline quietly slipping away.

"Ancestor!!"

Yao Dan stared blankly at the Sky, his eyes bloodshot, as if a pillar of faith had collapsed right before him.

"Crack!"

As the Yao Clan members stood frozen, the demonic array trembled more violently, until finally, before countless horrified gazes, it shattered with a crack.

Seeing the Yao Clan's protective array shatter above, Xiao Yan naturally knew the Yao Clan was finished.

Once, the Xiao Clan had been ambushed in the Heavenly Tomb, and many descendants and youths from the Xiao Realm had escaped—but this time, the Yao Clan may suffer even worse than the Xiao Clan did back then.

Faced with that cataclysmic, world-destroying energy surge, even the Yao Clan's protective array ultimately collapsed entirely, dissolving into countless specks of light that rained down from the Sky, each speck reflecting a shimmer that illuminated the blank, stunned faces of the Yao Clan youths below.

Even after expending every last ounce of strength, the outcome remained unchanged; beneath the demonic figure in the Sky, many felt despair and terror.

The Soul Sovereign's strength exceeded even Xiao Yan's expectations.

Such a vast Yao Clan was wiped out in an instant—and this was merely the power of Void Swallowing Flame alone. How powerful, then, must Hun Tian Di be?

With the Yao Clan's demonic array shattered and even the lingering remnant soul of the Yao Emperor erased by Void Swallowing Flame, the Yao Clan's destruction was sealed.

Under countless gazes, Yao Dan, suspended midair, slowly straightened his body; the disappearance of that remnant soul had left a gaping void in their hearts, but as Clan Leader, he swiftly suppressed his shock, his deep voice echoing in every Yao Clan member's ears.

"All Yao Clan members—this is our moment of life or death. We have only one path: expend everything to preserve the last trace of our Bloodline!!"

"All Elders, follow me—fight until we die!"

As Yao Dan's final roar echoed, countless figures surged from the Shan Mai—among them not only Yao Clan Elders, but even the Young Generation, eyes red with fury, charged forward.

They understood: if they failed to survive this calamity, the Yao Clan would vanish forever from history; the Yao Clan was their root. Lose the root, and they would be homeless; all past glory and pride would turn to dust.

Just like the Xiao Clan once was.

The Xiao Clan produced one Xiao Yan—but the Yao Clan may not have such Qi Circulation.

Historically, there were more than eight Dou Emperor Families; aside from the Xiao Clan, which managed to rise again, the others had long since vanished into obscurity, forgotten even by memory.

But even if hope was slim, they must at least let the last trace of Bloodline escape the Yao Realm.

"Kill!"

Gazing at the dense, countless figures surging skyward, Yao Dan's body trembled; boundless Fighting Qi erupted from him without restraint, forming a thousand-zhang-wide qi torrent that roared toward the Sky, striking with terrifying force at Void Swallowing Flame above.

"Shiiii! Shiiii!"

Behind that thousand-zhang qi torrent, countless other qi streams of varying strengths surged forth simultaneously; every Yao Clan elder ignited their Dou Di Bloodline, their Clan Marks blazing at their strongest, carrying a final, resolute will as they flooded the sky toward Void Swallowing Flame.

Watching the qi that nearly obscured the entire Sky, Xiao Yan's gaze grew solemn; such a counterattack was indeed worthy of the Yao Clan—but…

In the Sky, Hun Xu Zi stared at the boundless sea of qi streams, his expression shifting; even he, if struck by this, would likely be gravely wounded—after all, this was nearly the combined full-force assault of the entire Yao Clan's strongest.

Beside Hun Xu Zi, Void Swallowing Flame, shrouded in Black Flame, his eyes like black holes, stirred with visible agitation; faced with this clan-wide counterattack, even he, already wounded, dared not underestimate it.

A hand covered in strange Spiritual Energy Sealing Array Runes emerged once more from the Black Flame, swiftly forming a series of hand seals; instantly, the Black Flame that filled the entire space churned violently, and behind Void Swallowing Flame, a vortex of black hole nearly ten thousand zhang wide formed. No sooner had it taken shape than an indescribably terrifying devouring force erupted in all directions.

"Boom! Boom!"

Beneath this terrifying devouring force, the earth within ten thousand li shattered open; countless cracks, each a thousand zhang wide, spread across the ground like grotesque wounds, covering the vast Earth Domain.

"Shiiii! Shiiii! Shiiii!"

One after another, massive qi torrents plunged into the black hole vortex; low, continuous explosions echoed within the vortex, the violent impact even causing the colossal vortex to ripple violently. As the vortex trembled, Black Flame on Void Swallowing Flame's body erupted in successive rings of fire, and his figure staggered backward dozens of steps. Seeing this, Hun Xu Zi's expression changed.

"The Yao Clan truly isn't easy to subdue. Though we scattered the Yao Emperor's remnant soul, it still left Void Lord wounded. Now, with this united clan assault, even the Lord himself has been repelled."

As Hun Xu Zi's gaze flickered rapidly, Void Swallowing Flame's form stabilized again; the Black Flame swirling around his body had noticeably dimmed compared to before—clearly, the Yao Clan's desperate resistance had taken its toll.

"A fine Yao Clan—you are indeed stronger than the Ling Clan and Stone Clan. But this still cannot alter your final fate." Having steadied himself, Void Swallowing Flame's ancient, hoarse voice drifted downward.

As Void Swallowing Flame's hoarse voice slowly faded, the countless Black Flames above slowly lowered countless spherical objects resembling embryos; each orb was wreathed in Black Flame, and faint streaks of bloodlight seeped from the Black Flame clouds, flowing into those embryos.

"Boom! Boom!"

As the bloodlight surged in, the dense clusters of Black Flame embryos suddenly exploded; piercing, shrill screams filled the sky, and countless Black Flame shadows rained down like a storm, madly surging toward the mountain range below.

Seeing the dense swarm of Black Flame shadows hurtling from the Sky, every face in the Shan Mai turned pale; they hastily activated their Fighting Qi—but as soon as their qi rose, black flashes appeared before their eyes, and many felt a sharp pain in their chests. Looking down, they saw massive blood holes torn through their chests, blood and organs spurting out.

"Soul-Devouring Clan! Void Swallowing Flame intends to devour the Bloodline Power of Yao Clan youths to heal himself." Seeing the countless Soul-Devouring Clan incarnations, Xiao Yan instantly recognized them.

Mao Wu could also transform into a Soul-Devouring Clan to devour Dou Di Bloodline—he once used the power of the Soul-Devouring King to devour a remnant of the Soul-Devouring Clan in the place where the Youming Poison Flame was inherited.

Void Swallowing Flame's true form, of course, needed no explanation.

But the Soul-Devouring Clan incarnations formed by Void Swallowing Flame seemed conscious—like raindrops of Black Flame Soul-Devouring Clan, they deliberately avoided Xiao Yan!

"Aaaah!!"

"What is this?!"

"These are Soul-Devouring Clan! They can devour our Dou Di Bloodline!"

Yao Dan stared in horror at Void Swallowing Flame above, finally understanding why the Soul Sovereign hunted Dou Emperor Families everywhere—and why the Soul Sovereign, like the Xiao Clan, was among the oldest Dou Emperor Families. He now understood why, though the Xiao Clan's Bloodline had withered, the Soul Sovereign's Bloodline remained even more vibrant than the Gu Clan's.

Void Swallowing Flame had acquired the power of the Soul-Devouring King—he was using that power to sustain his life!

But immediately, his form shot downward, his sleeves sweeping; dozens of young Yao Clan members were snatched into his grasp, and he roared: "Yao Clan Elders—self-detonate! Destroy the space! We may die, but we must leave behind a Bloodline seed for the Yao Clan!"

Hearing Yao Dan's heart-wrenching roar, many Yao Clan elders trembled; grief and resolve flashed across their faces. Between annihilation and sacrificing themselves to preserve the Bloodline, they unhesitatingly chose the latter!

In the Sky, countless Yao Clan elders suddenly erupted with brilliant light; their Fighting Qi turned violently chaotic within them!

"They're going to self-detonate…"

Seeing this, Hun Xu Zi's expression changed; so many powerful figures self-detonating could tear open fissures even in this sealed space, but by now, Void Swallowing Flame had transformed into countless Swallowing Spirits and had no capacity left to interfere.

"Hmph! Trying to escape from under my Soul Sovereign's nose? Not so easy!"

Hun Xu Zi's gaze turned dark; suddenly, he swiftly pulled a Scroll rising with Black Flame from his storage ring. Though doing so would alert the Gu Clan, there was nothing left to worry about now.

Hun Xu Zi abruptly tore open the Scroll; instantly, Black Flame surged, forming a fiery passage, from which several figures swiftly flashed out and appeared above this chaotic Sky.

Among them, two figures made even Xiao Yan's heart tremble—their strength was no weaker than Nine Mystical Golden Thunder, they were Soul Sovereign powerhouses who had reached Late Seven Star Dou Sheng!

"Heh, Yao Dan, I never expected that when we met again, you'd be reduced to this."

The commotion in the Sky was noticed by Yao Dan; he snapped his head up, his gaze locking onto the foremost of those dark figures, where two elders stood midair, now gazing at him with smiles filled with icy malice.

"Hun Jing, HunYan—two of the Soul Sovereign's Four Demon Sages, deployed at once! If your Four Demon Sages move, the Three Immortals of Gu Clan will surely sense it!"

Hearing Yao Dan's voice, the lead figure, Hun Jing, merely smiled faintly. "The Gu Clan? Do you still believe the Soul Sovereign fears the Gu Clan at this point?"

"Yao Dan, your Yao Clan's Pill Alchemy still holds some use for my Soul Sovereign. If you agree to make the Yao Clan a vassal race of my Soul Sovereign, perhaps your Bloodline may be preserved."

"Our Yao Clan," Yao Dan said coldly, "would rather spill every last drop of blood than grovel beneath the Soul Sovereign!" As members of the Yao Clan, they possessed their own pride—no one would ever accept becoming a vassal!

"If so… then kill them all." The elder showed no surprise at Yao Dan's reply; he smiled slightly, then waved his hand and murmured, "Leave no survivors."

"Yes!"

With Hun Xu Zi summoning the Soul Sovereign's warriors, Yao Dan and the other Yao Clan elders knew now was the moment of survival or annihilation.

Yao Dan's eyes grew even redder; he swiftly scanned the surroundings, then suddenly fixed his gaze on Xiao Yan's direction. In an instant, he appeared before him, swept his sleeve, and ten or so Yao Clan members materialized beside Xiao Yan—Xiao Yan recognized them slightly, for they were precisely the youngest talents who had achieved the highest results in the Pill Scripture.

"Xiao Yan, our Yao Clan's warriors will self-detonate to tear open a space fissure, giving you a chance to escape. I never beg anyone—but this time, I beg you: preserve a shred of our Yao Clan's Bloodline!"

Hearing these words from Yao Clan Leader Yao Dan, Xiao Yan's eyes flickered slightly.

At this moment, Xiao Yan saw Yao Dan covered in filthy blood—his long robe stained red with the blood of clan members who had self-detonated.

Xiao Yan also saw Yao Tian, once so arrogant, now staring with wild, furious eyes at the Soul Sovereign elders above, and saw Yao Ling, once with bright, captivating eyes and peerless beauty, her gaze now filled with despair and sorrow.

But.

(End of Chapter)