Everyone's attention had been drawn to the sight of Lin Qi ramming his ship into the other vessel, so very few noticed that before Lin Qi's flagship accelerated, it had dropped an iceberg several hundred meters tall onto the sea. That iceberg was now floating on the waters some thirty-odd li from Frostleaf Island.
But even if someone had seen the iceberg, they would have taken it for the work of some bored ice mage. No one noticed Xuan Lan lying behind it. Xuan Lan, whose entire body radiated icy chill, had perfectly merged his aura with the iceberg's. When an ancient frost giant did not wish to be discovered, ordinary spiritual perception truly found it difficult to pick out even a trace of him amid the ice and snow.
Thus, no one had realized that Lin Qi had brought along a hulking giant like Xuan Lan.
Thus, when Lin Qi saw the beastman named Lion showing off his enormous fist, he laughed rather maliciously.
A huge fist? Lin Qi could not even be bothered to call Barrel into action. If they were going to play, they might as well play it crazy! He threw back his head and let out a long howl, its piercing cry soaring into the clouds and carrying dozens of li away. Then he shouted sharply, "Xuan Lan, get up and get to work! A pure-blooded lionman of the royal line—interested?"
Xuan Lan's delighted howl came from afar. Then a dark-blue current of freezing air burst from the iceberg and swiftly stretched toward Frostleaf Island. Wherever the chill passed, the sea rapidly froze into a thick sheet of ice. Xuan Lan, over three hundred meters tall, strode forward in great strides and came charging along the ice with jubilant enthusiasm. The journey of thirty-odd li