"Clan Leader, think twice before you act!"
Seeing the burly silhouette in the middle preparing to charge into the abyss, the other two silhouettes also voiced their dissuasion.
"Our Icefield's resources have been depleted, and further development has reached its limit. To break this deadlock, we must bring back the Holy Medicine from the Sacred Medicine Garden to help the Saint Ancestor extend his life."
"Once the Saint Ancestor passes, the four nearby Demon Realms will certainly seize the opportunity to engulf and divide our Icefield."
"All the four Demon Generals and the three Demon Marshals we sent out have disappeared, and we have no one left to use. I must go personally."
The leading burly silhouette spoke in a deep voice.
"Clan Leader, let me go."
"Yes, Clan Leader, let me and 'Xiu Min' go on this journey together. You are now the backbone of the Icefield, the mainstay. If anything happens to you, the Icefield Demon Realm will be in grave danger."
