Chapter 123: The Optimal Choice

Beneath the snow-capped mountain.

After waiting for the sun to set, Wade came alone to the spot where the oak sled was buried.

During the day, he had asked the Dragonfolk about the location of the harbor. They tried to dissuade him from launching this offensive, as the combat strength of the Icelanders remained unknown.

With a strategic eye, the Dragonfolk analyzed the pros and cons for Wade.

So far, neither they nor the Icelanders had engaged in direct conflict; the Icelanders had only come to Dragon’s Spine for…

“Master Lin Feng, I’ve come to support you.” A faint, exquisitely sweet fragrance spread through the air. The disciples nearby inhaled it, instantly invigorated and full of spirit.

From the spout of the kettle, a sudden plume of white smoke rose, and a man with a green hat, arms crossed and bare-chested, emerged.

Seeing this scene, Mo Fan sneered. Before the crowd could react, he swiftly stepped back and threw a punch aimed at a young man beside him.

Perhaps she wished to master her skills, to find someone who could help her avenge past wrongs, and then use those skills to subdue and control that person, turning them to her cause?

Attacked by six beasts of power comparable to his own, the Taoist of the Fu Hua Sect only managed a piercing scream before being overwhelmed and swallowed by the six beasts.

“Haha, such bold words from you! True friendship is revealed in hardship, and time reveals the heart. Now that you’ve chosen to side with me, I’m afraid you’re in for some bitter lessons!” Bai Yulang laughed heartily, taking a sip from his cup.

With a sword slash, a shockwave rippled through the air. Though lacking spiritual energy amplification, the Nine Morning Melody still held formidable power. The vibration reached the Jade Resonance stage, and instantly, all the nearby birds and sparrows slowed their movements.

Zhi Ge was already half crippled. Hong Lang had personally promised not to let Zhi Ge appear again, so the otherworldly cultivators remaining were only Hong Lang, Jia Yi, and Bing Yi.

Underneath Lu Xun’s oil pan, the faint drip of leaking gasoline began. Just minutes earlier, the vehicle had struck a protruding stone while passing through a dip.

An Ying trembled slightly, surprised that Lin Xin actually had a solution to the seemingly insurmountable problem she considered a great dilemma.

Liu Chong hurriedly rolled to his feet, only to see Liang Qiu Ci’s second blade descending towards him. He barely managed to block, but with a sharp clash, his weapon was severed. Narrowly avoiding a fatal strike, he still received a wound to his chest, blood flowing freely.

“Triple personality?” Shi Feilong muttered softly. But since his elder brother said no more, he didn’t press further.

At that moment, everyone instinctively took a few steps back, holding their breath in anticipation.

After the airborne throw, the Rat-Sheep Man dashed forward and came right beneath his opponent’s feet, delivering a powerful low strike.

The brute strength of an elephant, the weight of a human body, and the swinging impact combined into a force of thousands of pounds—deadly upon contact, devastating even if only grazed.

In an instant, Qian Li’s eyes reddened, a strong metallic scent of blood enveloping him. On both hands appeared broken handcuffs.

The mastermind set their sights on Ye Yue. No matter what their final plan was, it far exceeded Ye Fan’s threshold of endurance.

Only now did Antique Li recall that seven or eight years ago, after his first resurrection from the demon lake in the valley, he was not entirely unchanged compared to before.

“I’m not asking you to trust me, but to understand that you have no other choice. Find a place for us to stay quickly. If you don’t give an answer within three days, the items will still be delivered to you, but there will be no further contact between us.” Yelang Wang was arrogant, and Liu Xiu even more so; their words forced Yelang Wang to make a clear decision.

“How could this be? Wasn’t everything going perfectly?” Shi Xin clenched his fists, his voice hoarse with anguish.