Huang Xiaolong’s gaze went over the Mysterious Ice Race’s lineup, finally stopping on Yan Zhouhai.

“You are the Mysterious Ice Race’s Patriarch?” Huang Xiaolong spoke first.

Capturing the condescending tone in Huang Xiaolong’s voice, Yan Zhouhai frowned subconsciously in displeasure. Eminent Elder Yan Wanlong’s sharp, cold gaze was locked on Huang Xiaolong as he sneered, “Punk, I don’t give a hoot which holy ground you come from, or which human race forces you belong to, but you will be dead before the day ends! You and that black guard of yours!”

“Patriarch, there is no need to waste time with a lowly human. Activate the Mysterious Ice Grand Formation!” another Eminent Elder clamored.

Yan Zhouhai nodded his head in agreement. With a wave of his hand, a huge and mysterious rune appeared and rose to midair.

The Eminent Elders flickered into positions...