Faced with that devastating, terrifying surge of energy, even the protective array of the Medic Clan ultimately collapsed, shattering into countless shimmering points that poured down from the sky, reflecting radiant glimmers upon the pale, motionless faces below. Despite having drawn upon every ounce of strength, the outcome remained unchanged—many felt a profound sense of despair and panic beneath the towering, divine figure in the heavens. Xiao Yan gazed solemnly at the scene, his inner ki subtly circulating. A flash of black light passed by his side, and the Northern King reappeared, stepping back slightly to stand beside the Medic Elder. This crisis, he believed, was the most intense he had ever encountered—facing the Heavenly Lattice and Earthly Web laid down by the Spirit Clan, even he could not be certain of successfully breaking through. The old doctor drew his gaze back to the sky, his eyes slightly moist. Though his bond with the medicinal clan was not particularly deep, the ethereal figure he had seen earlier had been a divine presence in the hearts of every medicinal clan member. Witnessing that figure vanish completely, anyone with bloodline from the medicinal clan felt as though something profoundly important within their very veins was quietly fading away. "If things go wrong, you must leave first. The Heavenly Alliance cannot do without you. And you must also save your father," the old doctor said, his voice hoarse. Under the watchful gaze of countless eyes, the pill hovering in the air slowly straightened itself. The fading of that fragment of spirit left a significant void in their hearts, yet as he remained the head of the clan, he swiftly suppressed his momentary lapse, his low voice resonating clearly in the ears of every member of the medicinal clan. "All members of the medicinal clan, now—this is the moment of life and death for our entire lineage. Our only path forward is to make every sacrifice and preserve our bloodline!" "All elders, follow me!" As the final, resounding cry of Yao Dan reached its peak, countless figures surged forth from the mountain range, not only elders of the Yao clan but even the younger generations, their eyes blazing with determination. They understood that if this calamity were to be overcome, the Yao clan would vanish from history. The Yao clan was their roots; without those roots, they would be uprooted and scattered, and all their former glory and pride would be erased. "Kill!" Gazing upon the dense, rising ranks of figures, Yao Dan himself trembled, his vast internal combat energy surging forth without reservation, ultimately forming a colossal, thousand-li-long ribbon of combat aura that roared forward, its thunderous force sweeping toward the void above where the devouring flame hung suspended. Whistling—whistling— Following that thousand-foot band of combat qi, countless bands of combat qi of varying intensities surged forth simultaneously, carrying a resolute tone, sweeping across the heavens and converging upon the formless吞炎. Gazing at the Qi waves that nearly obscured the sky, Xiao Yan's eyes grew serious. This kind of resolute counterattack truly warranted praise for the Yao Clan. Yet, that particular being was even more formidable—according to his assessment, the true form of Huabu Tingyan likely had already reached an exceptionally powerful eight- or nine-star Dao Saint level. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to shatter the Yao Clan's protective array and disperse even the remnant soul of the Yao Emperor. In the sky, Houn Xuzi gazed at the vast stream of qi that filled his field of vision, his expression shifting with the intensity of the assault. Such a strike—should it touch him—would likely leave him severely injured on the spot, for it was nearly the combined full power of every strong warrior from the Herbal Clan. Beside him, Wuxu Tunyan, enveloped entirely in black flame, whose eyes resembled black holes, also exhibited subtle fluctuations, clearly unable to overlook the Herbal Clan's full-scale counteroffensive, even though he himself was no ordinary being. With his hands adorned with strange glyphs, he once again extended them from the flame, swiftly forming a series of hand seals. Instantly, the black flame that had nearly consumed the entire space surged violently, and finally, behind Wuxu Tunyan, a colossal black hole vortex of approximately ten thousand li in diameter took shape. As the vortex solidified, an incomparable force of devouring power surged forth, overwhelming the surrounding space. "Crack! Crack!" Under this terrifying devouring force, the land within tens of thousands of li instantly cracked open, vast fissures stretching thousands of zhang across the surface, resembling savage wounds that covered the entire expanse. "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Immense streams of qi surged continuously into the black hole vortex, producing a steady rumble of explosions within its depths. The intense impact even caused the colossal vortex itself to ripple and tremble. As the vortex surged with waves of disturbance, the black flames on Xu Wu Xin's body erupted in successive rings of fire, and his form retreated steadily, stepping back dozens of paces. Seeing this, Houn Xuizi's expression changed instantly. "The Medicinal Clan truly proves difficult to handle. Though the remnants of the former Medicinal Emperor's spirit were scattered, even he ultimately sustained injuries, causing the Void Lord to bear wounds. Now, with this renewed surge of the Clan's combined strength launching an assault, even the Lord himself is being forced to retreat—shaken by the intensity of their resistance." As the Void Lord's gaze flickered rapidly, his form stabilized once more, the black flames swirling around his body having noticeably diminished compared to earlier. Clearly, the fierce resistance from the Medicinal Clan was taking its toll. "A commendable Medicinal Clan—indeed, you outshine the Spirit and Stone Clans in strength. Yet, despite this, your ultimate fate remains unchanged." With his posture now steady, the Void Lord turned his gaze downward, his ancient and hoarse voice slowly unfolding. As the voice of the void, once hoarse and fading, slowly settled, the vast expanse of black flames suddenly descended, one by one, forming spherical forms resembling embryos. Upon these spheres, the black flames curled around, and faint streaks of blood light gradually seeped through the flame clouds, finally penetrating into the interiors of the spheres. "Boom! Boom!" As the blood light surged in, the dense clusters of black flame embryos suddenly exploded, and at once, sharp, piercing cries rang out across the sky. The dark flame shadows, countless and dense, poured down like a torrent from the heavens, then surged wildly toward the mountains below. Gazing at the countless black flame shadows rushing in from the sky, every person within the mountains grew pale and immediately began to channel their qi. However, just as their qi began to rise, flashes of black light swept across their vision, and soon many felt a sharp pain in their chests, lowering their heads to find a massive blood hole already forming on their sternums, with blood and organs gushing out in torrents. Faced with the sudden onslaught of this strange army of black-flame beings, the entire mountain range plunged into chaos. Intense battles erupted everywhere, with piercing cries of agony never ceasing, and crimson blood staining the earth. In the sky, Yao Dan watched as the medicinal mountain rapidly fell into disarray, his expression growing increasingly grave. With a sweeping motion of his sleeve, a surge of terrifying qi erupted, instantly knocking hundreds of black-flame beings near him dead. Then, with a simple grasp of his hand, he seized one of the beings, examined it closely, and his eyes narrowed sharply as he drew a deep, startled breath. "The Tengling Clan! How is it possible that such a race still exists? Didn't they vanish completely during the ancient times?" "The Tengling Clan?" Below, though startled and roaring in awe at Xiang Yan's reaction, Li Xiang's brow furrowed slightly, and he murmured in mild confusion. He glanced at the elderly herbalist, only to find the latter equally puzzled—clearly unfamiliar with the so-called "Soul-Sipping Clan." "Hah, no wonder," said Houn Xuzi, with a calm, slightly eerie smile, his gaze fixed on Yao Dan. "Now you should understand why our Soul Clan has taken action against you." "Indeed," Yao Dan exclaimed, his eyes wide with astonishment as he gazed upward at the formless, devouring Houn Xuan. As if he had just uncovered something profoundly terrifying. Yet suddenly, Yao Dan materialized before them, his sleeves sweeping out. Dozens of young members of the Herbal Clan were instantly seized. With a sharp cry, he commanded, "Herbal Clan elders—self-explosion! Destroy the space! We may perish, but we must ensure the survival of the Clan's bloodline!" Hearing the piercing, heart-wrenching cry from Yao Dan, many Yao clan elders in the sky stiffened, their faces flashing with sorrow and determination—without hesitation, they chose to sacrifice themselves to preserve their lineage rather than see their entire clan perish. At the same moment, Xiao Yan took a deep breath, grasped Yao Old Man's arm firmly, his gaze sharp and resolute. It was time!