Xia Tian no longer wants to continue wasting time here. Instead of being angry and complaining here, it is better to set off as soon as possible and find the last broken picture as quickly as possible.

"Then... look for it."

The God of Death waved his hand, and the nine remaining pictures that their group had suddenly flew up, and Xia Tian and Xue Zu also wanted to put away the remaining pictures. The moment these remaining pictures floated into the air, they suddenly seemed to be wrapped in a mysterious force, and then began to fly towards the distance.

"What's going on?"

Seeing these broken pictures flew away automatically, Xia Tian and the God of Death were all shocked.

"Not good, chase..."

In an instant, a vortex of true energy formed under everyone's feet, and they chased towards the twenty-one remaining pictures flying in the air.

I don’t know how long this group of people has been chasing them, but in the end, these residual images flew to the side of a glacier.

This is the first time they have seen such an ice river after entering this ice field in summer. The ice river is about twenty meters wide, with clear river water flowing inside and ice cubes floating on the water surface.

At this time, the twenty-one remaining pictures actually stopped flying over the glacier. At the same time, on the other side, an remaining pictures flew over as fast as possible.

"That's the last remaining picture."

Seeing this, everyone's eyes lit up. They didn't expect that this map was not an ordinary parchment scroll at all. They seemed to have some sense. When twenty-one broken pictures gathered together, they could automatically sense the location of the last broken picture.

Twenty-two broken pictures were seen flying in the air, and finally they were wrapped in a mysterious force, closed automatically, and pieced together the complete map.

Xia Tian and others immediately took action, preparing to suck the map in the air. However, the moment they took action, a force came from the opposite side of the glacier at the same time. Several forces intersected together, instantly tearing the map that was originally pieced together to smash the map.

In the end, the nine remaining pictures returned to the God of Death, the seven in Xia Tian's hands, and the five in the Blood Ancestor's hands.

The last remaining picture that flew over was back to the opposite side of the glacier and fell into the hands of a strong man.

There were three figures on the opposite side, two people and a white ape.

Both of them were extremely tall and rough, while the white ape was also nearly three meters tall, with blood-red eyes and a look of resentment.

"Russian."

Xia Tian and the others had already confirmed that the two were Russians through the other's appearance, and Xia Tian and the others also felt the power when one of them took action just now. They were both demigods.

When they entered the tomb of the gods before, Xia Tian and they did not see Russian demigods appear. Why did two Russian demigods suddenly appear when they arrived here?

Not only that, Xia Tian and the others also vaguely felt that the white ape seemed to have the strength of a demigod.

"Welcome to you, friends from all over the world."
Chapter completed!