"I never expected it! Haha! Truly unexpected! We just started moving, and the legendary clan has appeared."
The leader of the black-robed figures sneered as he looked at the twelve people below.
Their decrepit appearance did not seem to concern the black-robed leader in the slightest.
"No... matter... who... you are... you cannot defy the will of our Ancestor, the Ancestor's legacy."
The man at the forefront of the twelve emaciated figures spoke.
It seed like he hadn't spoken for a long ti, as his speech was sowhat unclear, making it difficult to understand.
However, Yang Yan heard the words clearly.
"With just you? Hmph! Overconfident!"
A cold snort ca from the black-robed leader's nose.
"With, our clan, Dusk."
The words were precise and chilling.
They sliced through the biting cold wind like a knife, intimidating the mind.
"Dusk Race should have long been renad the Undead Race."
The black-robed leader coldly stated, wasting no more words, and directly ordered:
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
Yang Yan gained a huge amount of information from the dialogue between the two factions.
However, even he didn't know what the Dusk Race truly was.
When he looked towards Ao Tian, Ao Tian rely waved his hand, indicating with his posture not to ask him.
By then, the scene had already erupted into action.
As soon as the black-robed leader issued the command, his subordinates charged forward.
The twelve emaciated elders below, with the leader leaning on a wooden staff.
It appeared to be just an ordinary cane, yet as he rely raised it and pointed towards the black-robed n, a powerful gale swept towards them.
You could see a dozen black-robed figures thrown into chaos, clearly not expecting such a thod of attack from the other side.
However, in the next second, these black-robed figures imdiately scattered.
The range of the gale was broad, and its speed was swift, but ultimately, it wasn't faster than those black-robed figures.
After safely dodging the attack, the gale, having lost its target, fiercely smashed into the glacier behind them.
A terrifying scene unfolded, as the entire glacier vanished by one third into thin air.
Yes, it just disappeared into thin air!
As if this glacier naturally existed in this shape!
One must understand, this glacier was several hundred ters tall and equally wide and thick!
This strike was extrely terrifying!
Although these black-robed figures had dodged the attack, seeing the glacier's state made them panic.
"Damn, they're trying to destroy this site! Kill them! Imdiately!"
The black-robed leader barked in panic, charging forward himself.
His speed and montum were akin to a cannonball being shot out.
The glacier behind them would likely be destroyed to the ceremonial tower inside with another gust of similar magnitude.
Unfortunately, the so-called Dusk Race seed to have lost such an opportunity.
The black-robed leader wielded a crescent-shaped scimitar, and in the blink of an eye, he was before the leader of the Dusk Race.
The sharp blade cut towards his shriveled, dried-up neck!
Following imdiately were the incredibly swift figures of a dozen black-robed n.
Yang Yan saw the Dusk Race leader's attack, expecting this to turn into a grand battle.
He even favored the Dusk Race's side more.
Yet, unexpectedly, once the black-robed figures got close, they died so cleanly and neatly.
One dry, shriveled head after another soared into the sky, with eyes containing a hint of sorrow, finally crashing heavily to the ground, yet not even making a dent in the ice.
After losing power, their bodies fell silently.
From the start until their death, not a single sound was made.
Were these people wizards?
An inexplicable feeling stirred within Yang Yan's heart.
He couldn't comprehend why.
Those who died were unrelated people.
He needed to continue following the clues for his investigation.
Ao Tian was much calr.
Such matters wouldn't faze him at all.
"The pitiful and humble Dusk Race."
The black-robed leader disdainfully uttered before ordering his n to clean up the battlefield.
This place was evidently very crucial to them, and they couldn't afford to have even a tiny bit leaked.
Once the black-robed figures finished handling the last traces of blood on the battlefield, they imdiately set off again.
With Yang Yan's exceptional mory, this was a retracing of their original route.
It seed these mysterious black-robed figures were returning to their base.
Where Yang Yan had first encountered them.
"Are we just going to wait here for them, wait for their next move?"
Returning to where they first t the black-robed figures, watching them re-enter the ground, Ao Tian asked Yang Yan, puzzled.
Yang Yan smiled wryly:
"We don't know much. As you heard, we know only the tip of the iceberg."
"What if we catch them and they refuse to talk?"
"Then torture them, leave them no choice but to speak!"
Ao Tian, with a seasoned grin, suggested.
Yang Yan cast him a glance, dismissively curling his lip:
"Do you think Manhattan would entrust such important matters to unreliable subordinates?"
"Torture? Ha! Once caught, they'd probably all be dead already!"
Ao Tian let out a derisive laugh, puffed his chest, and stated arrogantly:
"I have ways to prevent them from even attempting suicide, even their souls can't explode."
Yang Yan shook his head:
"It won't work."
After saying this, he closed his eyes directly.
The two of them combined their efforts to lt an ice cave into the glacier.
They were extrely cautious, fearing any significant disturbance that might alert their targets, ruining everything.
Yang Yan hadn't given up on tracking the whereabouts of Zhou Hanyun and Ruyi, nor could he ever.
However, he was not a god, and under the strict defense from the side of heaven, he had achieved no results.
Right now, Yang Yan could do only one thing:
Wait.
A few days passed as the two waited at the original spot.
On this day, Yang Yan and Ao Tian opened their eyes simultaneously, exchanging a swift glance.
Evidently, both had detected movent.
They saw the sa ice crevice splitting scene, and five black-robed n appeared.
This ti there were only half as many.
And judging by their silhouettes, the previous black-robed leader wasn't among them.
By their expression, they seed to be heading out for so business, appearing rather hurried.
"What do you say?"
Ao Tian asked Yang Yan, squinting his eyes.
The long wait of the past few days had begun to test his patience.
"You stay, I'll follow."
Yang Yan lightly dropped the words, transford into an entrance, and swiftly leaped out, heading directly towards the five black-robed figures ahead.
These five were nowhere near as cautious as the last group they saw leaving.
Each of them utilized body technique to sprint across the ice field, leading Yang Yan directly to their destination.
It seed like a basin...
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