Lan Qingyou fixed her eyes on it.
Oh-ho!
On the mountainside beside them.
Aside from those people she had encountered at the altar before, there were roughly several hundred Long-lived Species.
Titans, Dwarves, Tree Elves, Blood Elves, Demon Humans, Medusas, Void beings, Orcs...
Every Long-lived Species Lan Qingyou knew of—and plenty she did not—were gathered there.
These people were filthy.
Their clothes were tattered as well.
They looked like beggars, or slaves.
"What's going on with them?"
Lan Qingyou was somewhat puzzled.
She had not seen these people earlier.
Even when Vivian and the others flew out, she had not spotted them.
Yet all at once, so many people had appeared.
And every single one of them was a Long-lived Species.
"I brought them along while I was coming out."
"Hm?"
"Did you forget what Phantom Mist Vampires are best at?"
Vivian proudly lifted her chin.
Phantom Mist Vampires.
As the name implied, they were a race capable of transforming into a mass of mist.
But they could also create mist.
And pull all sorts of tricks within it.
"You'd already started moving these Long-lived Species during the battle?"
That was the only possibility Lan Qingyou could think of.
After all, the moment Vivian charged into the melee, she had unleashed a dense fog.
Under such circumstances, stirring something up inside it would have been laughably easy for her.
"They were all rescued from laboratories and prisons."
Vivian did not directly answer Lan Qingyou's question.
But what she said was clear enough.
Laboratories. Prisons.
Those two terms obviously could not be equated with an altar.
In other words, the altar really was simply a place used to seal Kesuya's chromatophores and conduct sacrifices.
The Long-lived Species, meanwhile, had been imprisoned elsewhere.
That explained why they were dressed in such rags.