"What you're saying is indeed fairly possible, but who's pulling the strings from behind the scenes? Muye Wujiang has already shown himself, and there doesn't seem to be any Golden Immortal-level powerhouse among the dragon race capable of such bizarre methods." After hearing Yuan Tianguang's words, Shun Dongxiao began taking them seriously. Yet he still couldn't think of anyone with the strength to do these things. If things really were as Yuan Tianguang had said, and the other party merely wanted to stir up the hornet's nest—or lure them away with a feint—then where exactly was their target?
Rumble... Just as Shun Dongxiao and Yuan Tianguang were growing puzzled, faint thunder seemed to stir in the depths of the void, mingled with the whistling of wind. Immediately afterward, another wave of corpse-bell chimes shook from Yuan Tianguang's body.
"The Wind-Thunder Token and the Corpse Dragon Bell are ringing at the same time. It's Mount Roaring Dragon—the other side has some nerve! Luring the snake out of its hole and drawing the tiger away from the mountain... We really walked right into their trap!" Yuan Tianguang's voice changed drastically.
"Could Lin Zhengfeng have been lured away too? If so, this will be troublesome. There are more than a thousand dragon captives over there. The other side may well be targeting them." Shun Dongxiao's expression also changed, sensing that the gravity of the situation had exceeded his expectations.
"We have to get back quickly. Hopefully, we can still make it!" Before Yuan Tianguang had finished speaking, he had already stepped into the void.
"It shouldn't come to that, should it? The Lin and Corpse races have more than twenty thousand troops stationed there in person, with over a dozen Heaven Immortal-level juniors among them. Even if Lin Zhengfeng was also lured away,