Lu Feng knew the situation clearly. Blindly fleeing would make it difficult to shake off the pursuit of seven Black-Clad Men with Heaven Soul Realm Late Stage strength. Within a few li, they would likely be intercepted and caught.
Only by borrowing another's power could they find a sliver of hope.
And the only power they could borrow now was undoubtedly the Icy Three-Headed Flood Dragon sleeping atop the mirror-like ice lake.
With the Icy Three-Headed Flood Dragon emanating an aura no weaker than the seventh or eighth stage of the Heaven Soul Realm, intimidating or even restraining those Black-Clad Men should not be difficult.
But...
Once they provoked and enraged the Icy Three-Headed Flood Dragon, how were they supposed to handle themselves?
Lu Feng had yet to think of a suitable solution, but the circumstances left no room for further consideration.
Rather than being captured by those Black-Clad Men, he would much rather face the Icy Three-Headed Flood Dragon.
At the very least, there might still be a sliver of hope—perhaps it would once again turn a blind eye to them as it had before.
At worst, he could still place a thread of hope in the Extremely Yin Energy.
Once he recovered and raised his strength, he would have the confidence to deal with either the Icy Three-Headed Flood Dragon or those Black-Clad Men.
On the Jade Dragon Steed.
Chu Youwei lay sideways in Lu Feng's arms, while Lin Xiaowan sat astride behind him, nestling against his back. The two women held each other's hands through Lu Feng.
Lu Feng, wedged between them, was certainly warm, but as the Jade Dragon Steed jolted at high speed, the two women had him squeezed so tightly that he felt rather constrained and uncomfortable.
Neither Chu Youwei nor Lin Xiaowan asked