On the grasslands north of Hulun Lake.
In the half-meter-deep snow, Lu Yang walked slowly with Zhuojiu, Bai Shi, Xia Yuwei, Zhou Tianming, and more than a dozen others. Every one of them was already in peak condition, ready to activate the Moonlit Night Seven Forms and fight at any moment.
"Powerhouses of the Summoner Clan, you came to human territory without even announcing yourselves?" Lu Yang's voice boomed like thunder, clearly audible within a radius of more than ten kilometers.
"Who are you? How dare you make enemies of the Summoner Clan?" A roar came from the distance. In an instant, more than a dozen blue-skinned Summoner Clan experts appeared like phantoms less than twenty meters in front of Lu Yang's group.
"Interesting." The corners of Lu Yang's mouth curled up slightly. This was the first time they had seen a spell resembling spatial teleportation.
"Humans? Lu Yang?" Among the dozen or so Summoner Clan members, a middle-aged man standing in the center wore a cold expression. Staring at Lu Yang with a ferocious look, he said, "So it really is you. Was the previous batch of God-Affiliated Races sent over not enough to trouble you? You actually dare to cause trouble for the Summoner Clan. Are you really not afraid of death?"
Lu Yang exchanged looks with Zhuojiu and the others, and they could not help but laugh. Clearly, Young Lord Dark Moon had not told this Summoner Clan chief that the previous batch of God-Affiliated Races had basically all died.
"The other races seemed hard to kill, so we came to trouble you first. I wonder if you'll let me kill you?" Lu Yang asked with a smile.
"You dare?!" The middle-aged Summoner Clan man roared. In an instant, three white demonic spirits appeared on his shoulders: