"Kill them."

The middle-aged man uttered these words lightly.

The clan members, hearing this, silently retreated without any change in their expressions.

Killing two people was merely a trivial task for them, even easier than dealing with fierce beasts.

Once the room was empty, the middle-aged man slowly walked towards the backyard.

However, his face couldn't hide his joy.

"Five years, five years!"@@novelbin@@

The clan had been searching Disordered Burial Mountain for five whole years. If it weren't for the natural Blood Spring going dormant in winter, they would have found it long ago.

But precisely because the Blood Spring went dormant in winter, they could trace its backflow to locate it.

In other seasons, when the Blood Spring revived, there were too many tributaries, making it nearly impossible to pinpoint its exact location unless they overturned the entire Disordered Burial Mountain.

Unfortunately, with the current manpower of the clan, it was far from enough. Moreover, such a large-scale operation would easily attract attention.

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