Mist enveloped the Secret Realm, filled with ruins.
Fleeting shadows fluttered through the mist, upon closer inspection, these shadows were significantly taller than ordinary people, with muscular torsos, some sporting two pairs of arms, some four.
In a grand hall constructed of Black Stone, an elder from the Ghost Hand Clan, towering over three meters, was seated in the center.
He spoke, his voice resembling a great bell,
"How many of our clan members do we still have?"
"Reporting to the elder, we currently have 136 clan members, 84 of whom are adults, and 44 are above the Source Condensation Realm... Several of those we sent out recently have not returned."
Compared to the Ghost Hand Clan's most glorious era on this planet, with over a thousand members, they were now pitifully fewer.
Such a setback hampered their plans!
The Transcendent members of the esteemed Ghost Hand Clan, now forced to hide within the Secret Realm, dared not show themselves.
"Green Shadow—!!"
