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At this very moment, Jia Xingtian and Yao Ye were not the only ones thinking about Wei Yang.
Alchemist Association.
At the top floor of the association's headquarters, an elderly man dressed in a purple alchemist robe, his face dry and shriveled like bark, stood with flickering eyes, staring at the location in the city where powerful energy fluctuations were erupting. The way his fists clenched and relaxed revealed the turmoil in his heart.
"President Fa Ma," another elderly man behind him, also wearing an alchemist robe, couldn't help but speak.
"Wait a little longer," Fa Ma replied hoarsely, shaking his head slightly.
"Sigh…"
Hearing Fa Ma's words, the man behind him could only sigh helplessly.
Stifled.
Right now, what they missed most… was the time when Elder Wei Yang was still with them.
Without a doubt, that brief period had been the most glorious era in the history of the Alchemist Association.
A mere Yun Shan?
What a joke!
If Elder Wei Yang were still here, who would dare act so recklessly?
Granted, the Alchemist Association wasn't truly afraid of being destroyed by the Yun Lan Sect. Even if Yun Shan had gone mad, he likely wouldn't go so far as to commit wholesale slaughter against alchemists.
But Yun Shan would definitely not spare them either. In the future, the association would most certainly be subjugated under the Yun Lan Sect, forced to live under their heel.
And to these proud, freedom-loving alchemists… that kind of life would be worse than death.
"Heh… Yun Shan, if you so much as dare touch us, then just wait. The day Elder Wei returns, he'll make you pay dearly," the old man thought bitterly to himself.
Nalan Clan.
Inside one of the clan's high towers, the core members of the Nalan Clan stood in silence, gazing toward the fierce battle raging in the distance. Their expressions flickered with unease and uncertainty.
At the front stood the strongest member of the clan—Nalan Jie.
Without a doubt, the Nalan Clan was in the most awkward position of all right now.
They were caught between both sides, belonging to neither.
All of this… stemmed from Nalan Yanran.
If he could, Nalan Jie really wished he'd never had such a granddaughter in this lifetime.
"Father, what do we do?"
Behind him, Nalan Su asked gravely in a low voice.
"Wait," Nalan Jie said through clenched teeth after a long silence.
That colossal force known as the Yun Lan Sect was not something he dared to provoke.
Although Nalan Yanran was part of the Yun Lan Sect, even Yun Yun had already been put under house arrest. And Yanran herself… had entered that so-called Gate of Life and Death.
It had been more than three years, and still, no word had come. Whether she was alive or dead—no one knew.
Sigh… I just hope that someday, the Yun Lan Sect will remember Yanran's relationship with us and show mercy to the Nalan Clan, Nalan Su thought bitterly to himself.
But when that day came, the dignity of the Nalan Clan would be completely trampled.
"Put away those naïve thoughts," Nalan Jie said coldly, glancing at Nalan Su. "If you have no shame, I still do."
"If that day ever comes… I'd rather die than live in disgrace!"
Nalan Su opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only lower his head in shame.
Mu Clan.
As one of the Three Major Clans, the Mu Clan was facing the same struggle and hesitation.
In the end, however, no one dared to speak up or propose intervening.
Because they all knew—on Mount Yun Lan, practically within reach of the imperial capital, there resided a terrifying Dou Zong-level powerhouse, Yun Shan.
At a time like this, all they could do was wait—for the right moment, or rather, the right catalyst.
Meanwhile, as the clash between the Mittel Clan and the Yun Lan Sect escalated to its peak...hundreds of miles away from Jia Ma Sacred City, two figures flashed rapidly through the sky, heading straight for the capital at astonishing speed.
Even farther behind them, several hundred kilometers away, more than a dozen massive flying magical beasts were also speeding through the air, racing under the stars.
Upon the backs of those flying beasts rode a force so powerful...that their arrival would soon shake the entire Jia Ma Empire to its very core.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Kill them!
Aaargh!
Bloodstained blades and swords clashed violently, releasing an ear-piercing screech of metal grinding against metal. The battlefield roared with shouts of killing and agonized screams, echoing endlessly through the air.
As figures flickered and danced, the sound of sharp blades slicing through flesh, accompanied by dull thuds and splattering blood, rang out from the outer edges of the estate—where bloodshed had completely taken hold.
After several rounds of fierce engagements, the disciples of the Yun Lan Sect had managed to withstand the Mittel Clan's waves of counterattacks.
But when they began storming into the outer courtyard of the estate, the real close-quarters combat finally erupted with brutal intensity.
Although the Yun Lan Sect had recruited a large number of new disciples in recent years, there simply hadn't been enough time to train them all thoroughly. As a result, their forces were of uneven quality.
The Mittel Clan, on the other hand, was very different. Their guards had been meticulously trained over many years and were elite fighters. As a commercial clan with auction houses spread across major cities of the empire, their security forces had a deep foundation.
And now, they were defending their home turf.
So when the two sides clashed at close range, despite being at a disadvantage in numbers, the Mittel Clan still managed to hold their ground fiercely. No matter how ferociously the Yun Lan Sect charged, they could only barely seize the outermost perimeter, unable to break through to the inner estate.
At this moment, the grand estate—under the airtight defense of the Mittel Clan—was like an unbreakable fortress. Despite the overwhelming momentum of the Yun Lan Sect's assault, they could do nothing but crash helplessly against the gates.
The outer courtyard had become a blood-soaked slaughterhouse.
Blades clashed and blood-curdling screams rose one after another. Crimson blood splashed in all directions, dyeing the towering courtyard walls deep red, as if draped in a curtain of blood.
The stench of blood spread outward, slowly wafting through the air—until it permeated the entire imperial capital.
At several high vantage points surrounding the battlefield, many onlookers watched in stunned silence.
Such brutal and horrifying combat, happening right inside the capital, was once unimaginable.
People were falling like wheat being cut down—body after body collapsing into pools of blood. Yet despite the carnage, the white-robed wave of Yun Lan Sect disciples continued pressing forward without the slightest pause.
From within the estate, the Mittel Clan members—faces twisted with fury and resolve—rushed out in waves. Their eyes bloodshot, they slammed into the surging white tide with everything they had.
In this moment… human life had become terrifyingly cheap.
Boom!
Suddenly, a violent explosion of energy thundered in the sky, drawing countless gazes upward.
They saw Mittel Tengshan's figure being blasted backward by the combined assault of Yun Fu and Yun Xu.
This confirmed one thing clearly—Mittel Tengshan was struggling. Facing two Dou Wang experts at the same time was proving quite taxing, even for him.
With a rapid flap of his Dou Qi wings, he barely managed to stabilize himself mid-air. He wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his lips, his chest heaving with labored breaths.
That earlier intense clash had left him with minor injuries and a significant loss of energy.
"Tengshan, stop struggling," Yun Fu said coldly, his voice firm as he worked to suppress the turbulence in his Dou Qi. "Individually, neither of us is your match. But together—you can't win."
But Mittel Tengshan didn't respond to Yun Fu's words. Instead, he turned his head and looked toward Hai Bodong's battlefield.
That side of the sky was even more chaotic. Blurry silhouettes flickered like lightning, and whenever they collided, explosive waves of energy would erupt through the heavens.
While ordinary observers couldn't make out what was happening there, Mittel Tengshan could see clearly.
The battle between the three figures was intense beyond belief—yet still evenly matched, with no winner in sight.
Clearly, even Hai Bodong, despite his powerful strength, was unable to end the fight quickly while facing two opponents at once.
Though the Dou Huang strength of Yun Du and Yun Sha was somewhat questionable—likely enhanced by unnatural means—their combined assault was still formidable.
Especially with Hai Bodong not yet having recovered to his peak condition, he was forced to fight cautiously and couldn't fully unleash his strength.
To make matters worse, Yun Du and Yun Sha had clearly fought together before. Their coordination was seamless.
So even though their individual power was far below Hai Bodong's, the two of them working together were able to hold the battle in a deadlock.
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