The Demon Race retreated, and the Ancient Race pursued them. Although few cultivators arrived at the entrance of the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold, they were all powerful figures.
At this moment, countless gazes fell upon the man who walked out.
Though his features were ordinary, his long black hair fell over his shoulders, emitting an aura of calm elegance, easily making people feel close to him. Yet the bloodstains on his clothes added a sense of ferocity and disarray.
"Tang Han!"
Tang Xiaoxuan immediately landed beside Song Yan, looking him over carefully. His pupils held a hidden vigilance, blocking all possible escape routes, and his tone was both surprised and pleased: "You're okay? Are you alright?"
This question almost voiced the doubts in everyone's hearts here.
No one could imagine what a treacherous chaotic scene this place was half a month ago, yet this man survived.
In a similar situation, no one here thought they could have done the same.
