Feeling the aura emanating from Ye Guhong, the Ancient Ancestor of the Yi Clan trembled, his will to fight completely gone. He turned to tear through the void and escape.
With an indifferent expression, Ye Guhong lifted his hand in an empty grip.
Overhead, a vast expanse of starry sky crashed down, transforming into a boundless, giant hand that completely sealed the space.
"Ancient Ancestor!"
"What scoundrel dares to cause trouble in our Yi Clan's territory?"
At this moment, all the powerhouses of the Yi Clan were alerted. Powerful auras rose, rocketing toward the disturbance. They arrived only to see the Ancient Ancestor, his face a ferocious mask, roaring at them, "Don't come over! Run!"
His scream was heart-rending, shaking everyone to their core. They couldn't understand what kind of existence the Ancient Ancestor had encountered to react with such terror.
"Run! Run as far as you can! Preserve the bloodline of the Yi Clan!"
