"Spirit Vein Dragonkin?"
Lin Fan's expression shifted slightly, an imperceptible gleam flashing between his brows.
He stared at the trembling Spirit Vein Dragonkin clansman before him, then suddenly spoke in a low voice.
Yet Lin Fan's voice carried a strange power that beguiled the heart. "Tell me everything you know."
That voice seemed to come from the depths of an abyssal valley, like some ancient incantation that burrowed through the ears and reached straight into the depths of the soul.
The man named Wu Yong abruptly stiffened. His previously fearful, darting eyes turned hollow and dull, and his entire body became like a puppet controlled by invisible strings as he mechanically lowered his head.
He opened his mouth woodenly, his voice utterly flat. "My name is Wu Yong. I am a clansman of the Spirit Vein Dragonkin."
Before his words had faded, among the several subdued Spirit Vein Dragonkin behind him, an older man suddenly widened his eyes. Veins bulged at his temples as he braced himself and shouted sternly, "Wu Yong, how dare you! You must not reveal our clan's secrets to outsiders!"
But before his voice could fall, a vast, intangible force came crashing down like a colossal hammer.
The man did not even have time to scream. His body abruptly went rigid, his eyes rolled back, blood seeped from his ears and nose, and he collapsed unconscious on the spot.
The remaining Spirit Vein Dragonkin clansmen instantly turned as pale as paper at the sight. No one dared make another sound.
Within the dense fog, only their hurried, stifled breathing rose and fell.
Wu Yong was utterly unaware of everything around him. His expression remained vacant as he continued, "This is the Soulbreak Mountains, shrouded year-round in gray-white demonic fog, where daylight never reaches."
"Deep within the