"An Junkuang is dead?"
Almost at the moment An Junkuang fell, the nearby Dark Clan experts who were pursuing Ning Fan all sensed it, slightly surprised.
But it was just a moment of surprise, after all, An Junkuang ranked only ninety-seventh among the Hundred Young Ones of the Dark Clan. His Fragmented Thought Cultivation wasn't even that of an Eternal Immortal Venerable. Being killed by Ning Fan was nothing extraordinary.
"Ah, what a bother. Why must the ancestor target the inheritor of Ancient Chaos like this? I, An Donglai, have always hated trouble..."
In the dark sky, a young Immortal Venerable with wings on his back muttered impatiently to himself. He was An Donglai, ranked seventeenth among the Dark Clan's Hundred Young Ones.
Although he complained about the trouble, he still followed the guidance of the Compass, relentlessly pursuing Ning Fan, with a trace of greed hidden in his lazy eyes.
An Donglai doesn't like trouble!
