"The Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan occupies such a treasure land, yet can only barely rank among the great clans of Northern Luzhou. What a waste of heaven's gifts."
The man cut an imposing figure, looking almost no different from a human except for the black scales covering the surface of his skin.
A vertical eye sat between his brows, and his entire body exuded a cold, sinister aura.
His vertical eye opened to a narrow slit, taking in everything within the valley below.
"Young Master, the demon crystals produced by this vein are excellent, both in quality and quantity."
"If our Cloud Swallowing Python Clan can seize this place, it will be like gaining a treasure bowl, granting us an endless stream of wealth."
"Of course, security here is extremely tight. A senior elder of the Jiaolong Clan is stationed here."
"I heard that the Jiaolong Clan's young master also arrived here a few days ago."
Behind the vertical-eyed man, a Dao protector spoke.
"Oh?"
A sharp gleam flashed in the vertical-eyed man's eyes as he smiled. "In that case, we must take this place."
"If we can capture the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan's young master alive, that will be a great merit indeed."
His tone was overbearing and forceful.
Upon receiving his command, countless cold auras suddenly emerged from the darkness behind him.
Thick serpent bodies crushed over the ground, scraping against shattered stones with creaking sounds.
Looking up, enormous snake shadows overlapped one after another, seemingly endless within the darkness. Just one glance was enough to send a chill down one's spine.
Beyond that, figures stood one after another amid the clouds high above. The auras each of them gave off were obscure and unfathomable; dozens of auras intertwined, warping even the void.
Sensing something amiss, a piercing