"Then there's hope."
A flicker of joy appeared on Wang Tie Zhu's face. He flew into the sky and faced Old Wolf Ancestor across the barrier. With a chuckle, he said, "Senior Black Wolf, isn't all this fighting and killing rather unpleasant? How about... putting away your divine powers, and we have a chat?"
That single sentence made the old Black Wolf's expression somewhat unsightly.
The turtle shell before him drew support from the underground Dragon Vein. Its defensive power was anything but ordinary; among the four great clans of Black Wind Mountain, this protective formation was the sturdiest.
There were ways to smash it apart, but they would require a certain price and, more importantly, time.
He naturally still had some trump cards kept at the bottom of the chest, but they were all countered by the Spirit Crossing Sutra. With something like the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder inside as well, breaking the formation would only become more difficult.
Old Black Wolf had never imagined that after thirty years of secluded cultivation, the outside world would have undergone such earth-shaking changes. When he emerged again, all that remained were changed things and changed people.
Blood Raven Ancestor had rolled up his bedding and retreated to the Far West Land. Nest City had changed hands, and its new master seemed even more troublesome.
Moreover, the supernatural seemed to be showing signs of awakening. That had been the nightmare of the Western Regions—even the entire world—for countless millennia.
"Do you really think this formation can stop me?" An extreme chill flashed through Old Wolf Ancestor's eyes as he sneered. "Then you are underestimating a late-stage Divine Bridge Realm powerhouse far too much."
"I'll say it again: surrender obediently, and I'll grant you a quick death."
"Don't be like that. We can