Several palaces stand tall and vast on the ice field.

"It seems that every place has both poverty and wealth."

Han Feng sighed.

The environment of this grassland is significantly better than that of the glacier tribes living on the ice plains; the grass and water are lush, making it suitable for raising livestock.

Raising some cattle and sheep for food will ensure they have enough to eat for the winter.

The people of the glacier tribe were freezing to death inside their tents.

The Blood Moon tribe has a palace, where the tribe's leaders reside.

"Whoever holds the most power within your clan, let him come and see me."

Han Feng entered the tribe, and immediately a group of people surrounded him.

"How dare you! What are you to make our clan leader come to see you?"

A powerful member of the Blood Moon Tribe, a True Immortal at the highest level, roared in anger.

"You can go die now."

Han Feng raised his hand and unleashed a sword technique.

This expert from the Blood Moon Tribe, whose realm was at the True Immortal level, had his entire body explode instantly, and even his soul was unable to escape.

"You must bring your tribal chief to see me immediately, or your tribe will have no reason to exist."

Han Feng said in an extremely domineering manner.

"Senior, wait a moment, I'll go find the clan leader right away."

An elderly man with the cultivation level of a true immortal quickly entered the palace.

Soon a large, fat man rushed up, walking with a slight stagger.

"Senior, what brings you here?"

"You are the Blood Moon Clan Chief?"

"right."

The Blood Moon Clan Chief trembled with fear.

"Give me detailed information about the powerful alien races you know, the more detailed the better."

Han Feng had no interest in the Blood Moon Tribe.