Yang Yan steadied his mind slightly, then turned to Ao Tian and the others and said, "The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races is extremely bizarre. You all must be exceedingly careful, and remember not to let the intention of slaughter within you lead you astray."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
At this moment, a sorrowful cry abruptly came from afar: "Ah! Who are you, daring to use such an evil technique on me. My master will not spare you."
Yang Yan snorted coldly. The space around the man collapsed, his body suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist swallowed by the void.
Yang Yan then turned to ask, "Hu, do you know who attacked you? And why are they hunting you?"
The Void-Devouring Tiger's face showed anger: "That person with green scales on his face is from the Cyan Sky Race. Simply because we found a stalk of the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Medicine, and he happened to see it. Then he led a group to hunt us."
