"I never expected it! Haha! Truly unexpected! We just started moving, and the legendary clan has appeared."
The leader of the black-robed figures sneered as he looked at the twelve people below.
Their decrepit appearance did not seem to concern the black-robed leader in the slightest.
"No... matter... who... you are... you cannot defy the will of our Ancestor, the Ancestor's legacy."
The man at the forefront of the twelve emaciated figures spoke.
It seemed like he hadn't spoken for a long time, as his speech was somewhat unclear, making it difficult to understand.
However, Yang Yan heard the words clearly.
"With just you? Hmph! Overconfident!"
A cold snort came from the black-robed leader's nose.
"With, our clan, Dusk."
The words were precise and chilling.
They sliced through the biting cold wind like a knife, intimidating the mind.
"Dusk Race should have long been renamed the Undead Race."
