Outside the ice cave, there was a steep and perilous slope.
Snow was piled everywhere.
A piercing whistling sound suddenly erupted without any warning, shattering the silence that had prevailed here.
Nearly a hundred vampire figures appeared one after another.
Leading them was Baier, standing at the summit of the slope, gazing at the lonely and hidden little ice cave from afar. His hooked nose wrinkled slightly, and a greedy, bloodthirsty expression appeared on his face: "Hehe, I've finally found it, the most precious treasure in these Ancient Tomb Ruins. Soon, it will be our spoils!"
"Hehehe…"
The vampires all emitted greedy and sinister laughter.
Baier squinted, waving his large hand: "That kid from Yan Country is done for; it's impossible for him to unleash the same power as before. Everyone, take action."
The vampires were eager, ready to move out in a frenzy.
They craved the world-shocking treasure, and even more so, they craved the blood of the strong!
