The Ice-thunder Fragment Land slowly stopped its fleeting momentum.
"My Lord!"
After the departure of the Ice Mirror, the remaining five members of the Ice Tribe rushed over from the Altar of Praying to God.
They had eyebrows brimming with unease and felt lost about the upcoming journey, uncertain if they could adapt to the environment of Purgatory.
"Purgatory will definitely not welcome us. The Human Race, they look down on all those like us, who advance their power through their bloodline…"
Coming over, Bingyuan voiced his worry.
Qi Qingsong and the others had come from below, from the ruins of the Thunder Clan's city, and gathered together at the top of this glacier.
"Pang Jian, once this Fragment Land appears in Purgatory, it's likely to attract attention from various forces. His concerns are valid, and you and the Ice Tribe would do well to disassociate yourselves."
"Otherwise, you may be in big trouble."
Qi Qingsong spoke solemnly.
"I have plans for them."
