BTTH: I married Xun'er, but she refuses to consummate our marriage!

Chapter 334: Temporarily Avoiding the Limelight!



Rumble

In the Hun Realm, the sinister and terrifying black land echoed with a loud boom. Clearly, the entire realm was trembling with the fury of the Clan Leader.

The dark sky was filled with cold black mist swirling around, as if countless ghosts were whispering. The entire space was shrouded in a stifling, oppressive atmosphere.

Seeing Hun Tiandi's fury, even Hun Huzi was overwhelmed. For many years, no one had seen him this angry.

He,who had always maintained a calm demeanor, now sat in the deepest chamber of the black palace on his high throne. His handsome face was clouded with gloom, and his deep eyes exuded an overwhelming pressure.

The entire hall seemed to drop in temperature due to his rage.

On his left stood Hun Huzi, with a trace of nervousness on his face. On his right stood four figures, all dressed in identical black robes with hoods, their faces obscured. The chilling aura they emitted indicated their extraordinary status.

They were the infamous Four Demon Saints: Hun Tu, Hun Sha, Hun Jing, and Hun Yan. Each of them was in the late stage of Seven Star Dou Saint, making them the top combatants of the Hun Clan, second only to Hun Tiandi and Nihility Devouring Flame.

"What should we do next? Are we going to remain hidden in the Hun Realm?" Hun Huzi couldn't help but ask, his voice filled with urgency.

The Four Demon Saints also turned to their clan leader, clearly awaiting his decision.

At that moment, Hun Tiandi fell silent. A glimmer of confusion flashed in his deep eyes, showing that even he was troubled by the current predicament.

The hall fell into a dead silence, with only the distant sound of ghostly wails echoing, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

"We will wait until their patience wears thin, and the Six-Clan Alliance disbands. At least for the next three hundred years, the bloodline of our clan will not decline." After a long pause, his low and authoritative voice finally rang out.

Upon hearing this, the people present exchanged glances. Although the decision meant the Hun Clan would continue to bide their time, under the current circumstances, there seemed to be no other option.

Hun Huzi and the Four Demon Saints could only nod silently, a trace of helplessness flickering in their eyes.

Just then, the door to the hall was suddenly pushed open.

A clan member rushed in, flustered. "Clan... Clan Leader, bad news! Lord Nihility's condition seems to have worsened!"

He gasped for breath as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Hun Tiandi's expression became even darker. He abruptly stood up, his body exuding a terrifying aura that made everyone's hearts tremble.

"What? It shouldn't be this quick.."

His voice was cold, tinged with urgency.

With that, he strode out of the hall, with Hun Huzi and the Four Demon Saints following closely behind.

Before long, the group arrived at another palace. Around it, countless black flames danced. As the door opened, they were greeted by a shocking sight.

Nihility Devouring Flame's massive body was curled up in the center of the hall, surrounded by dense black flames. However, the flames were highly unstable, flaring up one moment and dimming the next.

Its deep eyes, like black holes, flickered with pain, clearly enduring immense suffering.

"Nihility Devouring Flame!"

Hun Tiandi hurried forward, his face full of worry.

It slowly raised its head, a trace of complex emotion flashing in its deep eyes.

"I fear I'll need a long time to recover this time," it said weakly.

Upon hearing this, his face grew even more grim. He knew how vital Nihility Devouring Flame's condition was to the clan.

Now that it was severely injured, the overall strength of the clan would undoubtedly take a significant hit.

"How long will it take you to recover fully?" He asked.

Nihility Devouring Flame shook its head slightly, a hint of helplessness in its eyes.

"Easier said than done. This injury is more severe than I had imagined. It will take at least ten years to recover," it said.

The Hun Clan members nearby gasped at this statement.

For beings of their caliber, ten years wasn't long, but given the current situation, it seemed like an eternity.

Nihility Devouring Flame's deep eyes showed a hint of complexity. It knew that the Soul Clan was already on the brink.

If they reached the point of no return, they might hand itself over to appease the anger of the other six clans.

Thinking of this, it couldn't help but sigh. However, based on Hun Tiandi's attitude, it seemed unlikely it would be handed over easily.

After all, giving itself up would drastically weaken the Hun Clan's position. The clan would lose at least fifty percent of their chances in the fight against the other clans.

Nihility Devouring Flame, who had once ranked second on the Heavenly Flame List, had now fallen to such a state.

Outside the Hun Realm, in the Central Plains, the camp of the Six-Clan Alliance was also steeped in gloom.

The entire camp was enveloped in a low, somber atmosphere. Countless tents stood tall, but

the vibrancy of days past was missing.

More than half a year had passed, yet the Hun Clan had made no move.

Among the clan members, some hadn't experienced the devastation brought by the Tunling

Clan, so their sense of crisis was weak.

"How long are we supposed to wait like this?"

A young member of the Yan Clan couldn't help but complain.

"Yeah, the Hun Clan's already turned into a turtle hiding in its shell. What are we afraid of?" another member of the Lei Clan chimed in.

Their words stirred up a chorus of agreement. It was clear that many were frustrated by the

endless waiting.

Just as the discussions grew louder, a stern voice rang out:

"What are you all complaining about?"

Several elders in regal robes walked over, their faces displaying displeasure. They were the

elders from various clans.

"The Gu Clan Leader is doing his best to locate the Hun Realm. We need to remain patient. Remember, as long as the power of Tunling Clan exists, they remain our greatest threat," one

elder said sternly.

Hearing the elder's rebuke, the young members immediately fell silent, though then/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

dissatisfaction in their eyes remained evident.

The elders exchanged worried glances.

Indeed, if this continued, it wouldn't be long before the Six-Clan Alliance collapsed from

within. The most terrifying thing was not being dragged down by the Hun Clan but the collapse of morale. After all, words had the power to destroy everything.