"That Death Ice Bear is ours!"
An arrogant, imperious voice called out.
The sound of six figures whistling through the air echoed as they landed behind Hong Yu and his companions.
"Hm?"
Hong Yu was taken aback.
He didn't recognize any of the six; they were complete strangers. But each one had a well-rounded aura and powerful vitality.
The arrogant young man in the lead, with his nose pointed to the sky, was particularly strong. His cultivation fluctuations faintly reached the Late-stage Primordial Embryo Realm, and he made no effort to conceal his cultivation, openly displaying his powerful aura.
"Young Master Qun, that Death Ice Bear is carrying a Thousand-Year Cold Crystal!" one of them exclaimed, having recognized the treasure in the beast's grasp.
A Thousand-Year Cold Crystal was less valuable than a Ten Thousand Year Cold Marrow or a Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Crystal, but it was still priceless, roughly comparable in value to an Early Stage Fifth Grade Primordial Weapon.
