Picking the Soft Target!

"Young Master, it's fortunate that you managed to lure out Hun Yuantian, and destroy the Deathly Silence Gate he controlled." 

"Otherwise, we would have faced near-certain death here!"

At this moment, a beautiful woman dressed in a fiery red dress walked out from the Yan Clan camp. Her enchanting face was filled with admiration, and her bright eyes showed a hint of respect. 

Her aura was strong and restrained, clearly at the level of a Seven-Star Dou Saint! 

Through the system's emotional feedback, Gu Fei instantly knew that this was Fairy Huo Ling, the second strongest person in the Yan Clan. 

"Upon seeing such an outstanding young talent, Hun Yuntian naturally lost some of his judgment…" he replied calmly, smiling faintly in response to her praise. 

"Gu Yuan is likely being held up by Hun Tiandi, so making a move might be too difficult."

At this moment, Yao Dan suddenly spoke, his old face filled with seriousness. His tone was somewhat bitter, clearly not expecting their previously advantageous position to suddenly turn into this predicament. His cloudy eyes showed a trace of worry as they scanned the surrounding black mist, and his brow furrowed. 

"So, what do we do next?"

At that moment, Lei Ying turned to Gu Fei. 

Although Gu Fei was from the younger generation, due to his impressive achievements, the older generation of strong fighters now referred to him, asking for his advice.

This scene made it clear: in this world, strength is the only true law. 

Now, all these powerful figures had placed their trust in him. Even the entire battlefield slowly centered around him. 

"We'll exploit their weak link. Hun Yuantian is gravely injured. Once we break through one corner, this formation won't be able to trap all of us."

Without hesitating, Gu Fei spoke up, immediately organizing the group and leading the charge in a specific direction. The other powerful fighters followed suit, and the grand coalition army began their massive advance.

In the sky, countless streaks of light cut through the heavens. The elite fighters of the six-clan alliance followed closely behind Gu Fei, surging forward with unstoppable momentum. 

Their figures left dazzling trails in the darkness, as if they were about to tear apart this deathly domain.

However, just as the six-clan alliance advanced swiftly toward one side of the Death Realm, the Hun Clan's strong fighters seemed to sense something. 

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, the pervasive death aura surged forth, transforming into a massive hand thousands of feet wide. This giant hand, as black as ink, radiated a suffocating death aura. 

Like a moving mountain, the hand slapped down toward the six-clan alliance. 

Facing this terrifying strike, Gu Fei showed no fear. His figure flashed, and he appeared instantly in midair. His tall, slender form stood out in the darkness, surrounded by radiant golden light, emitting a fearsome, heart-palpitating aura. 

His eyes shone like lightning as he focused on the massive hand of death. The next moment, he struck out with his palm, releasing a boundless flame from his palm. The flame was seven-colored and exuded an aura of destruction. 

Boom!

The flames collided fiercely with the giant hand of death. Instantly, the air was filled with sharp sizzling sounds, and a foul stench spread. 

Clearly, the deathly aura of the black hand was no match for the purifying might of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame. 

However, he didn't stop there. His hands shifted into new seals, and a colossal figure suddenly appeared around his body, standing a thousand feet tall. This figure resembled a god descending to the mortal world, emanating overwhelming pressure. 

Roar!

The giant opened its mouth, releasing a soul-shattering roar that swept across the battlefield like a storm. Under this soul shockwave, the deathly aura that filled the space was forced to retreat, revealing a transparent energy membrane.

Behind that membrane, everyone could clearly see a figure- Hun Yuantian!

"Damn it!"

Through the transparent membrane, he saw the allied forces led by Gu Fei charging toward him, and his face turned deathly pale. He was already at the end of his rope, barely able to sustain the formation. 

He hadn't expected that Gu Fei would bring so many people to break through right where he was. 

"Everyone, attack together and break through here!"

Seeing Hun Yuantian's terrified expression, his lips curled into a smile, and he shouted to the vast allied forces behind him.

As soon as his words fell, the allied forces unleashed a barrage of terrifying attacks. Brilliant lights exploded in the darkness, like dazzling fireworks.

The scene was nothing short of spectacular! 

The Yan Clan's strong fighters unleashed waves of fire attacks, with flames roaring across the sky. 

The Lei Clan's experts summoned countless bolts of lightning, filling the air with deafening thunder.

The Yao and Shi Clan powerhouses weren't to be outdone, each unleashing their ultimate techniques. 

Under the relentless assault of so many top-tier fighters, the invisible barrier trembled violently.

Hun Yuantian coughed up black blood at the first strike and immediately fell unconscious. His aged face was filled with pain, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Boom rumble!

Amidst the continuous barrage, the sky's barrier finally let out creaking sounds of strain. Countless cracks appeared on the transparent energy membrane, spreading rapidly like a spider web.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the invisible barrier finally exploded under the combined might of the alliance's forces. Countless shards of energy scattered across the sky, like glowing fireflies.

As the barrier shattered, the death aura across the land quickly dissipated. Warm sunlight once again bathed the battlefield, dispelling the gloom from everyone's hearts. 

"It's broken!"

The allied forces cheered in unison, basking in the sunlight. Joyful smiles spread across their faces as they felt like they had been reborn.

However, just as everyone was celebrating, a figure plummeted from the sky- it was Hun Yuantian's body! 

Quick as lightning, Gu Fei's figure flashed to the spot where he was falling. He wouldn't give the Hun Clan any chances. He immediately struck with his palm.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, his body exploded under his blow. Blood and flesh scattered in the air, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Hun Yuantian's death was like a clap of thunder across the battlefield.

This ancestor of the Hun Clan, who had lived for thousands of years, did not perish at the hands of the top-tier fighters of his time, but instead fell to a mere thirty-year-old junior. This was undoubtedly the ultimate irony.