The Xuanyuan Clan Members never could have imagined it.
They hadn't died at the hands of Chu Sheng, only to perish at the hands of the very ancestor they revered and worshipped most.
The Essence Blood and souls within them were being frantically drained by an irresistible force, their bodies withering at a visible rate.
The shadow of death instantly enveloped every Xuanyuan Clan Member.
Xuanyuan Hong felt his life force rapidly draining away.
He raised his head and, using all his strength, shouted himself hoarse at Xuanyuan Changfeng in mid-air.
"Ancestor! It's me, Hong! Your favorite!"
"Please, stop!"
"I don't want to die!"
But even though he shouted until his throat was raw, Xuanyuan Changfeng paid him no mind whatsoever.
Xuanyuan Qing stumbled and crawled over to Xuanyuan Hong's side, shouting in despair.
"Brother, stop shouting! The ancestor has gone mad!"
"He doesn't care if we live or die!"
"Instead of begging the ancestor, we might as well beg that mosquito!"
