In the sky, numerous strong members of the medicinal clans suddenly radiated an exceptionally brilliant luminescence, and their internal qi surged into an extraordinarily turbulent state! "Indeed, they intend to self-explode..." Hounu Xuzi's expression changed instantly. With so many strong warriors choosing to self-explode, even if this space had been sealed, it might well tear open fissures. However, at this moment, the void that once was Xuzi's internal flame had already transformed into countless devouring spirits, leaving him unable to intervene. "Hmph. You wish to escape from beneath my hou clan's watchful eyes? That won't be easy!" Hounu Xuzi's gaze darkened. Suddenly, he swiftly drew from his storage talisman a scroll glowing with black flame, then tore it open with decisive force. The black flame surged forth, instantly forming a blazing channel. Through this channel, several figures swiftly materialized and appeared amidst the chaos in the sky. "Hehe, Medicine, I never expected to see you in such a state when we meet again..." As one after another shadows stepped out from the corridor, a vast and cold aura spread across the sky, its presence immediately deepening the sense of peril among the already vulnerable crowd. It was clear now—the Huén clan had finally dispatched its strongest forces. The unfolding events in the sky had not gone unnoticed by Medicine. He suddenly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the leading figures among the shadows. There, two elders stood motionless in the air, now smiling gently at him—yet their smiles carried an unmistakable chill. "Hun Jing, Hun Yan—the two of the Huén Clan's Four Sacred Saints have come together. You've truly taken us Huén Clan seriously!" Hearing the low, resentful tone of Yao Dan, the elder present merely smiled faintly and said, "Yao Dan, your pharmacological artistry holds some value for our Hu Men clan. Should you agree to become a subordinate race under ours, we might yet preserve your lineage. 'Our Pharmacological Clan,' I insist, will never live in mere subservience beneath your Hu Men clan!' Yao Dan declared with stern resolve. As members of the Pharmacological Clan, they carried their own pride—no one would willingly accept the status of mere vassal. "Then, if that be so... there is only one course left: to eliminate them all." The elder, unsurprised by Yao Dan's response, smiled slightly and then raised his hand, speaking softly, "No survivors." "Understood!" At these words, the numerous Hu Men warriors behind the two instantly flashed fierce glares, snarling their agreement, and then unleashed a surge of powerful qi that poured forth, sweeping over the ground below. "Explosion!" "Watching the Huaxun clan's elite charge forward, one of the Yao clan elders suddenly radiated an intense brilliance across the plaza, and then a surge of wildly violent energy erupted violently in the sky. Several frontline Huaxun clan members were directly struck, staggering back, gasping and spitting blood. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! After the first Yao clan elder's self-explosion, as if igniting the blood of countless Yao clan members, many others instantly glowed with radiant energy, their forms blazing like meteors across the sky, before exploding at the same location. 'CRASH! CRASH!' A terrifying storm of destruction swept through the mountain range in an instant, leveling the entire region. Massive fissures, stretching thousands of zhangs deep, spread out like a web of spider silk. Even the space previously sealed off was now distorting again, subtle cracks beginning to appear. 'Continue!' "Seeing the space finally begin to change, joy shimmered in Yao Dan's eyes—yet beneath that joy lay an endless sorrow. Who could have imagined that just a day before, their Yao clan had been peaceful? Now, millions, even tens of millions of descendants, had been completely destroyed, and many of their own clan members lay dead or wounded. The very threat of extinction loomed overhead. In such a crisis, their only recourse was to rely on the self-sacrificial explosions of their own kin, ensuring the survival of their lineage. Hearing his urgent cry, numerous Yao clan warriors instantly chose to ignite their internal qi and explode. Far away, the Wanhuo elder, covered in blood, heard the sound of the Yado's command and instantly surged forward. Behind him, several powerful Yado elders followed, their internal qi now fully boiling, their breaths surging with renewed strength—this would be their final battle. To defend their people! Gazing at the fierce, almost heroic battle, Xiao Yan tightly clenched his fists. This was indeed the scene of a clan's extinction—perhaps the ancient Xiao clan had faced something very much like this as well. Driven by the need to preserve their lineage, they had sacrificed everything, even willingly expiring without regret. At such a moment, personal grievances between them had long since faded. For fellow clan members who once had strained relations, they were willing to give their lives—through self-sacrifice—to protect one another. "Xiao Yan, I, a powerful member of the Pharmacology Clan, have self-sacrificed, tearing open the spatial rift to give you all a chance to escape. I have never asked for anything before, but this time, I implore you—help my clan preserve even a single strand of our bloodline!" Master Yao Dan, his eyes blazing with crimson, spoke rapidly and urgently. Nearby, there stood an elder of good relations with him, the Shen Nong Elder, yet he had chosen not to turn to him. Deep within his intuition, he sensed that only Xiao Yan could truly ensure the survival of their lineage. At this very moment, with no other options left, he was willing to sacrifice himself—fully content—to preserve even a single trace of the clan's heritage. "You're nothing but trash!" Drug Tian's face was streaked with blood and tears. He had watched his father fall to the hands of several elite soul-tribe warriors, and now, all he could think about was killing as many soul-tribe members as possible to avenge his father. "Crack!" As soon as Drug Tian finished speaking, a sharp slap landed across his face. Drug Dan stared at him with fierce intensity, roaring like a wild beast, "What good are you people? Countless members of our tribe sacrificed themselves to save you—do you think you've earned their loyalty?" Yao Tian clutched his half-swollen face, biting down hard on his lips, blood continuously oozing from his mouth. Beside him, the divine maiden of the Yao clan—once revered as a goddess among the young in the Yao lineage—now had clear tears streaming down her cheeks. Only now, after today’s upheaval, did they truly realize that, until then, they had merely been delicate, sheltered flowers nurtured within the protective embrace of their race. "Get ready. I'll hold off on the Spirit Mirror and Spirit Yan. The other elders of the Medicine Clan will help you tear open the space..." Medicine Dan wiped blood from his face. His gaze swept over each of the Medicine Tian and his companions, growing steadily calmer until, finally, a smile broke through. With a firm stomp of his foot on the ground, his inner combat energy surged violently, boiling into a brilliant, radiant meteor that shot straight toward the Spirit Mirror and Spirit Yan above. With the entire space trembling, that section of space twisted more and more violently, black flame glyphs seeping out gradually from within it, until finally bursting open under the force of the turbulent energy surge. "Move!" As the black flame glyphs shattered, a surge of pink flame erupted instantly from Xiao Yan's body, solidifying into a fire shield that locked in place the figures of Yao Tian, Yao Ling, and the others—around a dozen in total. Behind them, Northern King protected Yao Lou and the group, pushing their speed to its absolute limit, rushing forward like lightning toward the space where the black flame glyphs had finally cracked.