Shadow Race tribe.
An Shang and An Yuan returned to the clan at the fastest speed possible.
Inside an ancient hall, they found An Jian at once.
Seeing that An Jian was indeed back in the clan, the two powerful figures were both somewhat dumbfounded. He had returned just like that?
They had expended so much essence blood, only for it all to have been in vain. At the thought, both of them regretted it bitterly.
"An Jian, how did you escape?"
Hurrying before An Jian, An Shang and An Yuan asked curiously.
"Su Mo released me of his own accord!" An Jian bowed to the two elders and spoke solemnly.
"He released you voluntarily? What exactly happened?" An Shang hurriedly asked, his face filled with confusion.
What exactly did Su Mo mean by this? It was utterly incomprehensible.
"Patriarch, Elder, there are some matters I need to discuss with you!" An Jian said in a deep voice, his expression grave.
"What matters?" Seeing An Jian's solemn expression, An Shang and An Yuan were both deeply puzzled.
"Patriarch, Elder, please take a seat!"
An Jian then invited the two to sit down on the beast-hide chairs within the hall.
"Patriarch, Elder, the opportunity for our Shadow Race's revival has arrived!"
Looking at the puzzled An Shang and An Yuan, An Jian took a deep breath, his expression incomparably solemn.
"Revival?" An Shang and An Yuan were startled at his words, their eyes instantly shining.
An Jian then immediately told An Shang and An Yuan about Su Mo's situation in detail.
He also displayed his Five-Life Battle Soul, shocking An Shang and An Yuan until they were left staring agape.
Afterward, the three discussed matters carefully in the stone hall for several hours.
The Saint King Hall of Xuanhuang was