Death pattern

  Just as the Xuan tribe's people were about to escape, the white-haired man tried to step forward when "Wang, no, the Xuan fire is something that none of us can touch" Lan Zi Ye hastily stretched out his hand to stop the man's impulse.

  They could only watch as Xuan Yiran sank into the starry sky and disappeared, including the flames around them also disappearing. After that, this place returned to its former quiet night, with only a piece of scorched ruins left behind.

  Only after they were sure it was safe did Lan Zhan and Feng Xiucai put away the protective barrier in front of them.

  Just when I thought everyone could take a breather, "Wang, what's wrong with you?" The voice from behind made Lan Ziye hastily turn his head back, only to see the white-haired man clutching his face with a pale complexion, looking painful.

  Wang Lanzi quickly stepped forward, pushing aside the black-haired man who was supporting the white-haired man, and supported the man as they walked into the room.

  The action made the black-haired man pause for a moment, and then he followed up.

  "After you clean up here," Feng Lie ordered these soldiers before heading in the direction of Lan Ziye and his group.

  Three people saw that the white-haired man's right arm had several dark red complex stripes, and a faint red light was also looming. "Death mark" The white-haired man said in a low voice with a hint of pain, if it wasn't for suppressing it with his own royal power, he would probably die from the pain.

  "Is Wang really a member of the Xuan tribe?" Feng Lie Xing still couldn't believe it, after all, he had never seen a real Xuan tribesman before, and wasn't it 50 years ago that they were already extinct?

  "This king is certain that the appearance of the six-pointed star array in the forest tonight was initiated by the Xuan clan, she must be a descendant of the Xuan clan, and has come from a different space-time." The white-haired man clenched his arm tightly, with a flash of unwillingness in his eyes.

  "Wang, the Death Seal must be lifted by a member of the Xuan tribe, otherwise..." Lan Ziye's face was heavy with worry. If someone who had been sealed with the Death Seal did not have it lifted within three days, the seal would spread throughout their body and they would be burned to death by the Xuan fire, including Wang himself, no one could withstand the flames of that cursed tribe.

  "Get the word out, issue a wanted notice for her, and find her no matter what." The man clenched his fists, with a cold glint in his eyes, determined to find her by any means necessary.

  Yes

  Yes

  Lan Zi Ye and Feng Lie Xing lowered their heads in unison, "Take care of Wang." Lan Zi Ye looked at the black-haired man with an expressionless face, then left with Feng Lie Xing.

  The black-haired man with a worried expression on his face watched as the two of them left, then quickly turned back to look at the white-haired man whose complexion didn't look good.

  "Get out." The man's light tone carried an absolute command for obedience.

  The black-haired man walked to the door and looked back at Wang, who didn't look at him, with a dim expression, then opened the door and left.