As Yang Yan's words fell, the Star Night began to tremble slightly in his hand.
Immediately, a murderous intent filled the air, and the brilliance of the Star Night burst forth.
"Moonlight!"
A sudden shout rang out, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of Yang Yan's mouth.
In the next moment, the innermost iceberg suddenly trembled violently and cracked open with a crunch.
As the crack widened, dozens of figures emerged from it.
They were not humans but creatures with fierce and terrifying appearances.
At the back were several grim-looking figures dressed in black.
These individuals were cloaked in black capes, with masks covering their mouths and noses.
Each one carried a long sword box on their back.
These sword boxes were carved from Sea Bone, etched with intricate patterns.
Finally, there was Manhattan himself, serious and stern.
He was enveloped further in demonic Qi, his right hand clenched into a fist with rage.
