Looking at the black hole in the sky, the hearts of everyone from the Yan Clan tightened. An indescribable fear shrouded their hearts.
"Children of the Yan Clan, protect everyone!"
The Yan Clan Leader shouted and immediately disappeared from the main seat. The members of the Yan Clan in the hall rushed out one after another, including the Flame Lord. Only one person was left to treat the Great Elder.
In the sky, figures flew out from the black hole where lightning flashed and thunder roared. They were wearing white robes with mysterious runes printed on them. There were words and patterns on them. Strands of strange gray gas surrounded them, and all of them had extraordinary auras.
The leader was a burly man. His strong body bulged in his robe. His long hair was like withered grass that fluttered in the wind. His face looked like a bear's face, and the stubble on his face was extremely dense. His eyes were shining with a fierce glint as he held a wooden staff in his hand.
