Wolfish Ambition

Among the five, a composed-looking middle-aged scholar hurriedly said as he flew, "Old Mo, this can't go on."

"Our spiritual energy is running too low. Shouldn't we split up and flee?"

He was the team's strategist, the scholar Fang Yuan.

"No!"

Old Mo flatly refused.

"Once we're separated, not one of us can escape the Iron Back Bear. Only by joining forces do we have a slim chance of survival!"

"Then what do we do? Fight them!"

Iron Tower roared, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"Five against two. We outnumber them, so we might still win!"

The last member was a young-looking scholar with fair skin and an air of bookish refinement.

His name was Ning Xiaoqi. He had only just reached Foundation Establishment and was the youngest and weakest cultivator in the team.

Just then, two deafening roars came from behind them, and a foul wind rushed toward them.

"We can't get away!"

A fierce glint flashed in Old Mo's eyes. He stopped his Escape Light and shouted, "Iron Tower, Xiaoqi, hold off the male bear for ten breaths, no matter the cost. Yiyi, Fang Yuan, come with me to drive back the female bear first."

"After ten breaths, whether you succeed or not, regroup with us."

Iron Tower's expression changed.

He glanced at Xiaoqi's slight frame, then looked toward the Iron Back Bears shrouded in Yao Qi. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Fine. Ten breaths, just ten. You deal with the female bear in that time, and I, Old Tie, will give it everything I've got."

Old Mo was experienced, and his decision made sense under the circumstances.

Ning Xiaoqi's face was pale, but he still nodded firmly and gripped the Crimson Flying Sword in his hand.

He was a Fire Method cultivator.

"Move!"

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