Strictly speaking, this place shouldn't be called a basin.
The terrain here is simply surrounded by ice mountains, with a relatively flat piece of ground in the middle.
On the uneven ice surface, there is actually a large pile of...
Prehistoric garbage.
The reason it's called prehistoric garbage is because it's covered with various bones.
Each piece is particularly huge.
Even amidst the shattered bones, there's a complete beast skeleton.
It's unrecognizable as any species, but it appears exceptionally fierce.
And this pile of bones has long been covered by ice.
Yang Yan saw only the tip of the iceberg on the surface.
Only to see five black-robed figures swiftly moving across the ice surface that resembles a junkyard, appearing familiar, as if they've been here many tis.
Finally, under the lead of one person, the group arrived at a massive leg bone.
The leading person gently pushed with their right hand, and the large ice block slowly moved.
Rumble!
After a burst of violent tremor, what appeared before them was a huge passage leading deep into the ice layer.
Interesting.
Yang Yan's lips curled into a cold smile of excitent.
After waiting for a while, Yang Yan moved, slipping into the still uncovered hole.
Only to swiftly retreat and return to his original position in an instant.
Soon, a left hand erged from the ice, followed by the head of a black-robed figure.
His eyes clearly shone with confusion as he scrutinized the surroundings.
Even his nose twitched noticeably, seemingly trying to catch the scent in the air.
Unfortunately, who is Yang Yan to leave any trace?
Thus the black-robed person searched for a while to no avail, believing it was just his imagination playing tricks.
Suddenly, he exerted force, appearing entirely on the ice surface.
His right hand seed to hold sothing.
Soon, another black-robed figure erged.
What they dragged was indeed a prehistoric beast — a mammoth!
This thing has been gone for billions of years.
How could they possibly find it?
Moreover, the life-like state preserved within the ice — if thawed, wouldn't it appear as if it's a freshly deceased mammoth?
What exactly are they trying to do?
Or rather, what is Dr. Manhattan actually up to?
Yang Yan didn't move; the ti to unveil the answers had not co yet.
However, this was just the first, unbelievably, there was a second.
Four people, effortlessly carrying two massive mammoth ice blocks appeared on the ice field.
Leaving one person to quickly erase the traces they left and cover the entrance again.
The group could rush back at an accelerated speed.
What Yang Yan doesn't know is, as he stayed in the Arctic with Ao Tian Ice Emperor, because of Manhattan's involvent, his subordinates — the Ten Blades, Eight Hundred Celestial Mist Dao, and Three Thousand Cloud Dragon Stream — have already clashed several tis with the Blazing Angels Legion.
During this ti, many forces from the Western World also attacked Yang Yan's forces.
Opposing Heaven ans opposing the entire Western World.
There is no doubt about this.
Because not only Dr. Manhattan, many know and confirm that Yang Yan is in seclusion.
Thus their attacks appear reckless and uncontrolled.
Under the joint assault from these forces, even with the Eight Hundred Celestial Mist Dao and Three Thousand Cloud Dragon Stream, dealing with a formidable Puppet Legion numbering three thousand eight hundred with titled-level strength is extrely challenging.
It can be said that various forces across the Western World simultaneously launched an attack, though each of Yang Yan's subordinates is elite, even with strong allies like Hell, in terms of sheer numbers, they are in a disadvantage.
However, at this crucial mont, the core figures Moonlight Yang Yan and Ao Tian Ice Emperor have both vanished.
With no information left behind, Yang Yan's side, missing its backbone, appears even more strained.
From the very start, Yang Yan actually foresaw such an outco.
Yet to truly deceive everyone, it must be flawless.
Moreover, he has absolute confidence in the Ten Blades under his command.
Coupled with support including Hell, even amid the frenzied siege from the entire Western Influence, he has unyielding confidence in them.
Currently, he is with Ao Tian, using Divine Thought to discuss in the Ice Cave.
"It's been half a month, we can't wait any longer. I don't know how the situation is outside now."
"Although I trust them greatly, leaving in a rush and not informing them of my situation, inevitably makes a bit worried."
"Especially those few won, who knows what terrible things they might do once they go berserk."
"So, we must quickly handle things here and rush back to clean up that ss."
Yang Yan said seriously.
"To know the entire plan of the other side so easily is indeed very difficult."
Ao Tian said with so helplessness.
Honestly, putting himself in Yang Yan's shoes, he could well understand Yang Yan's current feelings.
On one hand, anxious for the kidnapped Zhou Hanyun and others by Heaven, while on the other, concerned about his subordinates and friends.
But all he can do is wait aimlessly here.
No matter who it is, they might find it unbearable.
"Act tonight."
Yang Yan pondered for a mont, finally coming to a decisive conclusion.
Once decided, naturally, it won't change.
That night, two blurry figures appeared on the ice field.
Both were extrely cautious, not a sound betrayed their presence.
Based on days of observation, Yang Yan and Ao Tian directly found a passage leading downward.
Restraining their breath, hiding their traces, they arrived below almost undetected.
Below is like the existence of a palace.
The area is large, approximately equivalent to a standard football field.
When the two descended, they made no sound, fully integrating with their surroundings, drawing no one's attention.
Following a strong scent of blood deeper, the two finally found a dungeon-like place.
Here, a black-robed person was on duty.
However, the person probably never expected soone could find and sneak in silently, actually dozing off.
Ao Tian didn't say much, directly knocked him out.
Inside the dungeon was a huge, sowhat filthy space.
Lying on the ground, indeed was the mammoth corpse Yang Yan saw that day.
Not just two, but a full seven or eight!
But these corpses were nothing like Yang Yan had seen initially, thawing the ice like freshly expired mammoths.
But rather each a desiccated corpse, lacking moisture.
Ao Tian crouched, touched them, and said with a frown:
"No idea what thod they used to drain the blood."
At this point, Yang Yan already turned his gaze towards a large urn in the corner.
He briskly walked over, lightly lifted the cover of the urn.
Upon opening, the overwhelming stench directly hit his face.
"They extracted mammoth blood preserved for billions of years — what are they doing with it?"
Ao Tian pinched his nose, walked behind Yang Yan, looked at the pool of black blood, frowned, and said.
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