Whoosh, whoosh—two faint demonic figures flashed out of the Ghostmist Louse-Kun's body in a rather sorry state. Fine snowflakes whirled around them, and even in the seawater, the flakes did not melt easily. Instead, they carried an inexplicable, ethereal grace.
The Ice Snow Demon Race! Lu Xiaotian was startled. Encountering the Ice Shadow Race had already been extremely unexpected, but he had never imagined that the Ice Snow Demon Race would appear here as well. However, these two members of the Ice Snow Demon Race were clearly far weaker than Bing Qianren. Though he did not know what method they had used to enter the Dragon Tomb, they had been swallowed into the Ghostmist Louse-Kun's belly.
If the Ghostmist Louse-Kun had not overestimated itself and attacked Lu Xiaotian, only to be killed by him, these two members of the Ice Snow Demon Race would probably have been unable to escape death inside its body.
"What are your origins, and why have you appeared inside my Dragon Race's burial grounds?" Lu Xiaotian asked at once.
The male and female members of the Ice Snow Demon Race exchanged a glance, then looked at the already-dead Ghostmist Louse-Kun. Knowing they were no match for Lu Xiaotian, how could they dare linger? Their figures flashed repeatedly as they fled into the distance.
Lu Xiaotian hesitated briefly but did not immediately stop the two members of the Ice Snow Demon Race. Forcibly capturing them might not yield the answers he wanted. If he let them flee for a while, then with their safety not guaranteed, they would most likely find a way to reunite with their clansmen or flee to somewhere they considered safe.
As for Yan Jiu, Wu Fang, and Chen Zhaofeng, Lu Xiaotian had already familiarized himself with their auras, so searching for