The Ancient Void Dragon Tribe!

"Damn it!"

Hun Tiandi clenched his teeth, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. 

He glanced between Gu Yuan and the distant allied army, seemingly weighing his options. 

On the battlefield, the chaos continued, with war cries echoing endlessly. 

The three Hun Clan Ancestors, Hun Tiansheng and his peers, were being ruthlessly suppressed by Yan Jin and Lei Ying, struggling bitterly in their fight. 

Having undead bodies, they could not hold out for too long. Now, facing two late-stage eight-star Dou Saint powerhouses, they were on the verge of collapse. 

Boom!

Yan Jin unleashed a palm strike, sending forth surging flames. The flames, dark red, exuded a scorching heat so intense that the surrounding space twisted into a vacuum where it passed. 

Hun Tiansheng's face changed drastically. He quickly summoned a black barrier, but it shattered instantly under the fiery onslaught, dissolving into scattered starlight. 

"Ugh!" 

Spitting blood, he staggered backward. His withered body began to crack in countless places, as if it could fall apart at any moment. 

At that moment, Lei Ying struck. Holding a lightning spear, he thrust forward with earth-shattering force, tearing through the void and leaving jagged fissures in its wake. 

"Splurt!" 

The spear pierced Hun Tiansheng's chest, sending a spray of blood into the air. He groaned, despair flashing in his eyes. 

"Damn it, we're no match for them!" 

The other two Hun Clan ancestors were shocked and rushed to help, but Yan Jin and Lei Ying coordinated seamlessly, keeping them firmly at bay. 

Boom! Boom!

Lightning crackled, and flames roared. Theirs attacks rained down like a tempest, enveloping the three Soul Clan ancestors. 

Hun Tiansheng and the others desperately tried to defend, but they were no match for the combined might of two late-stage eight-star Dou Saints. Their bodies began to shatter, black blood pouring out like a fountain. 

"Ahhh!" 

With a final, anguished scream, Hun Tiansheng's body exploded into countless specks of light, disappearing into the air. The other two were not much better off, their bodies riddled with wounds, their auras waning. 

"It's over," Yan Jin said coldly, waving his hand. A fiery whip, crimson as blood, lashed out. As it swept through the air, the void distorted, radiating a searing heat. 

Splurt! Splurt!

The whip coiled around the two Hun Clan ancestors like a snake, tearing them to pieces in an instant. They didn't even have time to scream before being reduced to ash, scattered across the sky. 

Elsewhere, Gu Fei, having dealt with Nihility Devouring Flame, turned his gaze to the distant battlefield where Gu Yuan and Hun Tiandi were fiercely clashing. Their battle was so intense that each collision sent shockwaves echoing across the heavens. 

He frowned slightly and, with a flash, appeared at the edge of the battlefield. 

"Clan Leader, fall back first. I'll use the 'Yellow Springs Divine Anger!'" Gu Fei shouted, his voice booming like thunder. 

Gu Yuan's heart leapt with joy upon hearing this. He knew well the power of that technique- if it could catch Hun Tiandi off guard, it might turn the tide of the battle. 

Without hesitation, he retreated, creating distance between himself and Hun Tiandi. 

Hun Tiandi was momentarily confused but soon sensed an ominous aura closing in on him. 

Gu Fei formed a series of seals with his hands, and the sky darkened. Thick clouds gathered, and lightning flashed, as though the end of the world had arrived. A chilling, eerie energy filled the air, sending shivers down the spines of those nearby. 

'Yellow Springs Divine Anger: Rend the soul'

With a thought, the world around him changed dramatically. 

Countless vengeful spirits and malevolent ghosts poured out from the dark clouds, swarming toward Hun Tiandi. Their faces were twisted in rage, their sharp claws gleaming with a sinister light, and their eyes filled with madness and hatred. Their terrifying wails reverberated through the heavens. 

His face paled. He quickly channeled all his Dou Qi to defend himself, but the vengeful spirits seemed endless, rushing at him relentlessly and encircling him. 

Seizing this opportunity, Gu Yuan launched an attack. 

Boom!

A powerful punch slammed into Hun Tiandi's chest with a deafening crash. He groaned, blood seeping from his mouth, as his body was sent flying like a kite with its string cut. 

"Damn you!" 

He roared in fury, gritting his teeth as he forced himself to stabilize. But just then, another terrifying strike came at him. 

Gu Fei pressed his advantage, his palm slicing through the air like a blade, carrying the power to split the heavens. The slash tore through the void, leaving jagged rifts in its wake. 

He quickly summoned a black barrier to block the strike, but it shattered instantly under Gu Fei's blow, disintegrating into starlight. 

"Ugh!" 

Coughing up blood once again, Hun Tiandi staggered backward. His face grew increasingly pale, and panic flickered in his eyes. 

'It seems breaking the rest of their forces first might be the better option,' Gu Fei thought to himself, his gaze shifting to the other battlefields. He knew that once the remaining Hun Clan elites were crushed, Hun Tiandi would be isolated and easier to overwhelm. 

With that thought, he disappeared, heading toward another battlefield. 

At that moment, a deafening dragon roar echoed from the distant sky. 

"Roar!" 

Several massive figures descended from the heavens, each radiating an overwhelming and terrifying aura. 

At the forefront stood a mature curvaceous beauty. 

"She finally arrived with reinforcements." 

Gu Fei's eyes lit up with joy. 

Zi Yan led a dozen Dou Saint elders from the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe, their presence imposing. 

This force alone was enough to crush any ancient clan except for the Hun Clan and the Gu Clan. 

Boom!

Zi Yan charged ahead, throwing a punch. The sky darkened as countless purple lightning bolts gathered, forming a giant thunder dragon that roared toward the Hun Clan forces. 

Splurt! Splurt!

Wherever the thunder dragon passed, countless Hun Clan warriors were torn apart, their bodies dissolving into a bloody mist. The sight was utterly gruesome. 

The other Ancient Void Dragon Tribe elders also joined the fray, unleashing astonishing power. Some simply used their mighty dragon bodies, while others used secret techniques, forcing the Hun Clan fighters into a desperate retreat. 

This sudden reinforcement shifted the battle dramatically. 

The Six-Clan Alliance, already brimming with morale, surged with even greater momentum. 

"Kill!" 

A chorus of battle cries filled the skies as the Six-Clan Alliance pressed forward, swarming the Hun Clan army like a tidal wave. 

The Hun Clan forces, in contrast, fell into chaos, their morale plummeting. Many of them, realizing the situation was dire, fled in all directions. 

Soon, the high-ranking members of the Hun Clan were either dead or grievously wounded, with only a few still offering resistance. 

The Six-Clan Alliance cut through the Hun Realm like a knife through butter, slaughtering countless Hun Clan members. The ground was soaked in blood. 

The entire realm was engulfed in an atmosphere of bloodshed and slaughter. 

Meanwhile, following Xiao Chen's lead, Xiao Yan rushed across the Hun Realm.