After Lan Siyu and his party set up the three arrays, they immediately relaxed. At the center of the array, Lan Siyu drank wine and said, “This place is so damn cold, and the yin aura is so strange. I wonder what’s going on!”

A white-haired old man said, “The yin aura here is similar to the one in Dragon Burial Valley, and Young Master Xie probably feels that there might be corpses of pure-blooded dragons here.”

“Corpses of pure-blooded dragons?” Lan Siyu’s eyes lit up. Xie Feng had hid something from him.

“Yeah. The Dragon Burial Valley also has a similar yin aura, and the yin aura is so peculiar that it can even corrode flames and lightning. It might have been left behind after the death of a dragon clan.” Another person continued. “Doesn’t that mean that there might also be Dragon-Blooded Demonic Corpses here?”

Upon mentioning the Dragon-Blooded Demonic Corpses, Lan Siyu’s eyes were reflected with fear, but he soon comforted, “It’s probably impossible since we didn’t...