You're... the Black-Robed Man?!

At the same time, in the Northern World, at the edge of an ancient glacial ruin blanketed in snow and ice.

Several towering, burly Icefield Bear Clan prodigies, their bodies covered in thick white fur, traveled together.

Their heavy bear paws crunched through the snow with a series of creaks.

They vigilantly surveyed the snow-covered ruins and broken walls around them, their gazes sharp.

"Everyone, from here on, we must stick together. We absolutely cannot split up!"

The most massive Icefield Bear among them, with a tuft of silver fur on his forehead, spoke in a deep voice. He was the temporary leader of the group. "At this final stage, those top hunters have all gone mad. Being alone is a dead end!"

"Boss Xiong Er is right!"

A somewhat younger Icefield Bear agreed in a muffled voice. "But if we're really unlucky and run into those few people we absolutely can't afford to provoke, like Qin Yan, Feng Ling, or Feng Jin...

we shouldn't hesitate. Split up and run immediately. Whoever can escape, escapes!"

The other Icefield Bears nodded deeply in agreement, fear showing on their broad bear faces.

The overwhelming strength those people had displayed was already beyond what numbers could counter. If they encountered them, fleeing was the wisest choice.

"Still," another Icefield Bear said, scratching his head, "Qin Yan and Feng Ling seem to have disappeared after that battle at the Blood God Hall, don't they?

There's been no news of them carrying out large-scale hunts. The one we really need to watch out for now is probably that madman Feng Jin."

At the mention of Feng Jin, the Icefield Bears instinctively shrank their necks.

During this time, Feng Jin had been striking everywhere across the Northern World, hunting prodigies of every race. His methods were