The Might of the Blood Clan

Gu Lan hadn't expected the Lava Clan powerhouses to pull such a move.

Had he known, he would've been more cautious.

But saying that now was too late—the deed was done, no need for more words.

Seeing Gu Lan's heavy expression, Blacky and Ding True Man didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a long pause, Gu Lan finally spoke slowly.

"You two, withdraw."

Hearing this, Ding True Man and Blacky bowed, then retreated.

Once they were gone, Gu Lan's face darkened, his aura unleashed.

After a few breaths of deliberation, he leapt to the clouds.

The sky was deep now, a layer of gray mist cloaking the surroundings.

Gu Lan coldly scanned the area, strands of chill flickering in his eyes.

"Lava Clan, I won't let a single one of you go."

This grudge was etched in his mind—this matter wouldn't end here.

…

After a few breaths, Gu Lan descended from the clouds.

Stopping, he stood in the hall, unmoving.