"Whoosh!" The crimson glow surged like a meteor, streaking across the sky with lightning speed, drawing the attention of every single gaze in the vast expanse. Xiao Yan reacted the most swiftly—when the glow tore through the energy barrier and escaped, his back wings instantly flared and trembled, flickering several times before he materialized near the glow. With a palm curve, a surge of suction erupted, significantly slowing the crimson glow's swift flight. Such an overwhelming pressure immediately made Xiao Yan think of that name—here, clearly only he and Gu Yuan possessed such formidable power with mere gestures. "Retreat!" Facing the hand as pure and white as jade, Xiao Yan did not hesitate a moment. He knew that, with his current strength, he could not even hope to hold his own against Hún Tiān Dì, let alone delay him for a moment. The reputation of the strongest on the Battle Spirit Continent was no mere exaggeration. Xiao Yan moved swiftly, yet the great hand proved even more rapid, breaking through space and reaching down to grasp him. Just as the hand was about to close in, turbulent ripples surged throughout the space around Xiao Yan, and then another massive palm erupted, crashing directly into the white giant hand. "Crash!" The two clashed fiercely, and the resulting storm surged forth, sweeping across the sky. Feeling the terrifying force of the storm, Xiao Yan also went pale, retreating swiftly, fearing he would be drawn into its path. "Spirit Emperor, if you wish to ignite war, then my ancient clan will stand by you until the very end!" The thunderous clash of their mighty hands echoed through the heavens, accompanied by Gu Yuan's sharp, slightly irritated voice. "Hah! When your clan was first conquered by ours centuries ago, you should have said this then. Now? It's rather too late!" A gentle smile spread across the Spirit Emperor's face as he spoke. As his words settled, the seemingly empty space suddenly tore open vast fissures, black mist rushing through them with a roaring sound, carrying with it an intense, cold power that spread out rapidly. "The Spirit Clan has mobilized its entire army?" Xiao Yan's expression changed instantly, struck by the sheer volume of power emanating from the rift. "Hoo!" "Cracks appeared, and a flood of black mist surged forth, rapidly coalescing into a colossal black seal several ten thousand li in height, hovering in the sky. The immense shadow of this seal completely enveloped the entire mountain range!" "Initiate the array!" Gazing at the massive black seal floating above, every ancient clan warrior grew serious—indeed, the spectral clan had prepared a reserve strategy. Fortunately, the ancient clan's warriors had also been on high alert, and at once, a series of resounding commands echoed through the air. "Thud! Thud!" As the commands rang out, the vast fields of luminous screens suddenly brightened, and waves of powerful, earth-shaking energy surged upward in brilliant columns, swiftly converging in the sky to form a splendid, intricately patterned ancient mirror—its surface area no smaller than that of the black seal. The mirror shimmered with rippling light, radiating an astonishing surge of energy. "The Seal of Annihilation!" The black imprint trembled in the sky, and suddenly, a deep, resonant sound erupted from the crack—like a thousand voices roaring in unison. Immediately, the black imprint plummeted straight from the heavens, descending like a celestial disaster upon the mountain range. Should any part of this region be struck, the area within tens of thousands of zhang would be instantly annihilated. "Emperor's Mirror!" The ancient clan warriors supporting the array now had their faces flushed with rage, their cries echoing across the heavens. With that, the colossal, vibrant ancient mirror surged forth and, under the watchful eyes of all present, collided powerfully with the black imprint. Boom! Boom! The very heavens seemed to collapse at that moment, engulfed in an unimaginable wave of destruction that violently tore through the landscape. Even the resilient fabric of the ancient realm's space cracked open, forming countless dark fissures. The two immense beings crashed violently against each other in the ninth heaven, then collapsed into ruin amidst the raging storm. Pfft! As the ancient mirror collapsed, numerous ancient clan masters erupted in blood, and from the space rift shrouded in black mist, countless piercing cries of agony echoed—clearly, this all-out clash had inflicted significant losses upon both clans. The destruction storm raged across the heavens, halting the battlefield circles outright. The three immortal immortals of the ancient clan and the four divine magi of the spirit clan withdrew in fear, retreating as the storm pulled them in—despite their strength, their fates were grim. Among the sky, only a few figures—perhaps the Spirit Emperor, Gu Yuan, and Xuzhui Tan—remained unscathed amid this relentless destruction storm. Xiao Yan hid within the great array, gazing at the devastation waves roaring across the distant sky like a furious, wrathful dragon, his face grave. This was indeed the full might of the entire clan unleashed—his initial strike had absolutely matched that of a Nine-Star Battle Saint. When numbers reached a certain threshold, they could even trigger a qualitative transformation. As their bodies moved swiftly, both attackers launched their fierce assaults simultaneously—cascading flashes of brilliant lightning palms and a piercing streak of flame surged across the void at a speed imperceptible to the eye, swiftly closing in on the formless, consuming flame. "Hmph!" Facing the relentless onslaught, the formless flame's expression grew cold, yet instead of retreating or turning to evade, it shook slightly, and countless black vortexes erupted around its immediate space. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The powerful attacks arrived instantly, the dense chain of black vortexes exploding one after another. Though the black whirlpools momentarily slowed the assault, this was only a temporary measure. Once the vortexes had fully collapsed, the lightning palm and the fiery finger struck directly upon the formless flame's back with devastating force, instantly blasting a hole through its back and scattering its black flame in all directions. Hit squarely by the combined blows of Lei Ying and Yan Jin, even with his formidable strength of devouring void to consume flame, he could not help but stagger, his form growing increasingly ethereal. Seizing the momentum, he flashed forward and materialized precisely at the spot of the crimson glow, opening his mouth to swallow the ancient jade. With the jade secured, Xuzhongwen burst into laughter, the Four Holy Mages of the Spirit Clan swiftly moving in to encircle and shield him, their eyes alertly fixed upon the pursuing Lei Ying and Yan Jin. "Ha ha! Wasn't that a satisfying clash? Don't worry—today's blow will be repaid to you tenfold at the Japanese seat!" Xuzhongwen said with a cold gaze, chuckling darkly at Lei Ying and Yan Jin. Lei Ying and Yan Jin looked visibly displeased. They hadn't expected that, working together, they would not only fail to stop Xuzhongwen but also see him take the ancient jade. "Go!" With the jade in hand, Xuzhongwen didn't linger, his form swiftly surging toward the spatial rift. "Leave me here!" As the void swallowed the form of Huiwu, a ripple passed through space, and Gu Yuan emerged, his expression slightly gloomy. Yet before he could launch an attack, the Huatian Emperor—dressed in a gray-white robe—appeared before him, effortlessly deflecting Gu Yuan's assault with a single hand movement, then drifting back. Behind him, in the sky, black mist swirled through the spatial fissures, and a massive black seal gradually took shape once more. "The abode of Doshagudi will ultimately fall into the hands of our Hu Family... Gu Yuan, I will reach that level—trust me." "Gu Yu is divided into eight pieces. Even if you secure the ancient lineage of the Gu Clan, you'll only have five. You have no need to be so proud!" Lei Ying said coldly. "Is that so?" Upon hearing this, the face of Huentian Emperor instantly broke into a strange smile, and he spoke softly, "Lei Clan and Yan Clan chieftains have departed. Do you think we, the Hu Clan, would fail to seize this opportunity?" "What?" Both Lei Ying and Yan Jin were startled, their faces instantly darkening. Had the Hu Clan, in their campaign against the ancient lineage, also launched attacks on the Lei and Yan clans? For the astonishment of the two, Huntu帝 merely smiled faintly and slowly retreated with Xuwu Tunyan and others into the spatial fissure. Under the imposing presence of the great black seal, even Gu Yuan dared not venture to act lightly. "By the way..." As his form was about to vanish into the fissure, Huntu帝 suddenly turned his gaze toward Xiao Yan within the array. "You must be Xiao Yan, right? The ancient jade of the Xiao clan should be in your possession. Hmm... In fifteen days' time, at the Zangtian Mountain Range—if you wish to save your father, bring the jade with you." As Huntu帝's words settled, his figure completely disappeared into the fissure, and above, the vast black seal trembled gently and gradually dissolved.