However, Xiang Yang's gaze at the three of them had indeed turned several degrees colder. The Ice Demon lineage were his old enemies; he had fought them more times than he could count. And the Soul Devouring Lineage was no decent path either. Xiang Yang felt no psychological burden whatsoever in wiping them out.
"Fine. But in my view, we should wait a little longer. The Bear King is currently a trapped beast fighting desperately and still has some strength left. If we act rashly, this beast may very well interfere."
Xiang Yang saw that the Bear King's eyes were black and bright as crystals, yet filled with ferocity and ruthlessness, devoid of all rationality or spirit. Its beastly nature had clearly not faded—no, to be precise, it had originally been nothing more than a mutated bear.
If Xiang Yang and Linglong failed to seize the right moment, they would very likely be attacked from both front and rear. Not only would they have to withstand the three men's counterattack, they might also face the Bear King's enormous paws. One could not expect a wild beast to understand what three people suddenly entering the battle meant to it.
"Very well. But the commotion here is no small matter. It's quite possible we aren't the only ones who noticed it. We should make this a quick battle."
After considering it carefully, Linglong felt that Xiang Yang's proposal was mature and prudent, well worth adopting.
With the delicate, scallion-white index finger of her right hand, she pinched a plump white insect from her sleeve. With its wings spread, it was about the size of a fingernail. She flicked it lightly, and the insect fluttered through the shade of the trees, silently vanishing from Xiang Yang's sight without a trace.
Even with Xiang