Lin Xi's words crashed into the stagnant group like a massive boulder.
Decide for themselves?
Dai Mubai froze. He had imagined countless possible reactions from Lin Xi—perhaps she would watch coldly from the sidelines, perhaps she would resolve it casually—but he had never expected her to throw the choice to them.
Save them, or not?
That was the question.
Saving them meant dragging their exhausted bodies into a fight against an unknown number of Thousand-Year Wind Wolves that coordinated seamlessly. They had only just survived a life-and-death battle, and Tang San had just finished absorbing a soul bone. Neither his mental strength nor Soul Power had recovered anywhere near their peak.
If they did not save them, they would have to watch seven or eight living people get torn to pieces by the wolf pack.
Dai Mubai struggled fiercely within. Reason told him that preserving their strength and leaving this dangerous place immediately was the wisest choice.
But the pride in his bones—the honor of the Star Luo Imperial Family—would not allow him to turn around and flee like a coward.
"Ah!"
Just as he hesitated, another scream rang out from the battlefield.
The young Soul Master named Xiao Liu was pounced on by three Wind Wolves at once. Their sharp fangs instantly tore through his throat.
Blood stained the ground red.
That despairing gaze pierced Dai Mubai's nerves like a needle.
"Damn it!"
Dai Mubai cursed, unable to endure it any longer.
"I'm a member of Shrek, damn it. I can't stand by and watch people die!"
He was the first to charge out of the bushes, his third soul ring blazing with light.
"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Body Protection Barrier!"
"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!"
Like an enraged tiger, he