334: Xiao Yan: A descendant of the Xiao family, I want to see my ancestors!

Boom!

In the Soul Realm, a massive sound echoed across the eerie, terrifying black land.

Clearly, Hun Tiandi's fury caused the entire Soul Realm to tremble.

In the gloomy sky, cold black mist swirled intermittently, as if countless specters were whispering. The entire space was enveloped in a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere.

Seeing Hun Tiandi's rage, Hun Xuzi was stunned.

How many years had it been since he last saw Hun Tiandi this furious?

In the past, Hun Tiandi always maintained a calm demeanor, no matter the situation.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the dark palace, within a grand hall, Hun Tiandi sat upon his high throne.

His handsome face was clouded with gloom, and his eyes, like abysses, exuded a suffocating pressure.

The temperature of the entire hall seemed to drop sharply due to his rage.

To Hun Tiandi's left, Hun Xuzi stood respectfully, a hint of apprehension on his face.

To Hun Tiandi's right stood four figures.

They wore uniform black robes and hooded cloaks, their faces obscured.

But the heart-palpitating aura they emitted indicated their extraordinary identities.

They were none other than the Hun Clan's renowned Four Demon Saints—Soul Tu, Soul Sha, Soul Jing, and Hun Yan.

These four were all Seven-Star Dou Sheng of the Late Stage, the Hun Clan's top combat power, second only to Hun Tiandi and Void Swallowing Flame.

"Clan Chief, what should we do next? Are we to remain cooped up in the Soul Realm indefinitely?" Hun Xuzi couldn't help but ask, his voice tinged with anxiety.

The Four Demon Saints also looked at Hun Tiandi in unison, clearly awaiting the Clan Chief's decision.

At this moment,

Hun Tiandi fell silent.

A trace of bewilderment flickered in his deep, abyssal eyes, clearly finding the current predicament thorny.

The hall was plunged into a deathly silence, only the distant wails and howls echoing incessantly, adding to the eeriness of the space.

"Continue to wait. Wait for their patience to wear thin, wait until the Six Clan Alliance disbands. At least, within three hundred years, my Hun Clan's Bloodline will not decline!" After a long while, Hun Tiandi's low, majestic voice slowly resounded.

Upon hearing this, the people present couldn't help but exchange glances.

While this decision meant the Hun Clan would continue to lie dormant, under the current circumstances, there seemed to be no other option.

Hun Xuzi and the Four Demon Saints could only nod silently, a hint of helplessness flashing in their eyes.

Just then, the hall door was suddenly pushed open.

A panicked Hun Clan member rushed in.

"C-Clan Chief, this is bad! Lord Void... Lord Void's condition seems to have worsened again!" The clan member said, out of breath.

Hearing this news, Hun Tiandi's face instantly grew even gloomier. He abruptly stood up, an alarming, terrifying aura erupting from his body.

"What? Quick...!" Hun Tiandi said coldly, his voice tinged with urgency.

With that, Hun Tiandi strode out of the hall, with Hun Xuzi and the Four Demon Saints following closely behind.

Soon, the group arrived before another palace.

Numerous black flames danced around the palace.

Pushing open the main door, everyone saw a shocking scene.

Void Swallowing Flame's massive body was curled up in the center of the hall, surrounded by dense black flames.

However, at this moment, those black flames had become extremely unstable, sometimes burning fiercely, sometimes dim and lifeless.

Void Swallowing Flame's eyes, as deep as black holes, flickered with pain, clearly enduring immense torment.

"Void Swallowing Flame!" Hun Tiandi quickly stepped forward, his face filled with worry.

Void Swallowing Flame slowly raised his head, a complex look flashing in his deep eyes.

"Hun Tiandi, I'm afraid I'll need a long period of recovery this time." Void Swallowing Flame said with difficulty, his voice full of weakness.

Hun Tiandi's expression grew even uglier upon hearing this.

He knew very well that Void Swallowing Flame's condition was crucial to the Hun Clan.

Now that Void Swallowing Flame was severely injured, the Hun Clan's overall strength would undoubtedly be greatly diminished.

At this moment, in a nearby hall,

Void Swallowing Flame gently shook his head, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"Healing? How could it be easy? This injury is even more severe than I imagined. I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover without at least ten years."

Upon hearing this, the Hun Clan members around Void Swallowing Flame gasped.

Ten years, while not too long for powerhouses like them, seemed exceptionally precious in the current situation.

Hearing this, a complex look flashed in Void Swallowing Flame's deep eyes.

He knew very well that the current Hun Clan was already in a precarious state.

If it truly came to a desperate situation, the Hun Clan might hand him over to appease the anger of the other Six Clans.

Thinking of this, Void Swallowing Flame couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

However, judging by Hun Tiandi's intentions earlier, he likely wouldn't easily hand him over.

After all, if he were handed over, the entire Hun Clan would completely head towards weakness.

The Hun Clan would lose at least fifty percent of its chances when facing the various clans again!

He, a dignified existence ranked second on the strange fire ranking list, had now fallen to such a state.

Outside the Soul Realm, on the Central Continent,

the Six-Clan Alliance's main camp was also shrouded in gloom.

Looking around, the entire camp was enveloped in a low atmosphere. Countless tents stood like mushrooms after rain, but they lacked the usual vitality.

More than half a year had passed, but the Hun Clan remained completely silent.

Especially some younger clan members, who had not experienced the disaster brought by the Spirit Devouring Clan back then, naturally lacked a sense of crisis.

"How long are we going to wait like this? Until the year of the monkey and horse?" A young Yan Clan member couldn't help but complain.

"Yeah, the Hun Clan has become a shrinking turtle now, what are we still afraid of?" Another Lei Clan member echoed.

As soon as their voices fell, a chorus of agreement immediately rose. Clearly, many people were impatient with this endless waiting.

As everyone was discussing animatedly, a majestic voice suddenly rang out:

"What's all the fuss about?"

Several Elders wearing luxurious robes slowly walked over, they were the Elders of the respective clans.

The Elders' faces showed some displeasure, clearly unhappy with these clan members' private complaints.

"Clan Chief Gu Yuan is already working hard to find the location of the Soul Realm. Now we need to maintain a stable mindset. You must know, the existence of the Spirit Devouring Clan's abilities in this world is the greatest threat," an Elder said in a deep voice.

Hearing the Elder's reprimand, the young people immediately fell silent, not daring to say anything more.

But from the unwillingness flashing in their eyes, it was clear that their hearts were still full of dissatisfaction.

The Elders exchanged glances, and a hint of worry was visible in each other's eyes.

That's right!

If this continued, it wouldn't be long before the Six-Clan Alliance would disintegrate from within.

The most terrifying thing was not being dragged down by the Hun Clan like this, but the collapse of morale!

After all, rumors can be dangerous.