Taking to the Skies

Morken fixed his icy gaze on Bai Xiaowen. "Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

"Die with you? Give me a break. How old are you? I'm not even twenty yet. You rotten old man are really evil."

Bai Xiaowen flashed a smile infuriating enough to kill someone, then added, "Besides, there's no way I'm letting you drag me down with you."

Bai Xiaowen and Cecilia leaped onto the crossyard of the mast in just a few steps.

With a whistle, White Eagle Yi-Yi descended from the sky. Bai Xiaowen and Cecilia each grabbed one of Yi-Yi's talons and soared into the air, quickly leaving the range of the arrows and spells.

"You..." Morken suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

The Ghost Dreadnought no longer had any value as an offensive weapon. It had run aground on the beach. Getting it back into the sea was not difficult, but it would still take some time. The Coalition of Nations, which was watching them like a tiger eyeing its prey, naturally wouldn't give Morken that time.

Now that Bai Xiaowen had taken to the sky, it was impossible to drag this human prophet down with them, and any sacrifice would be meaningless.

Although more than a dozen human mages remained in the dreadnought's gun deck, was it worth sacrificing the lives of the entire tribe's elite just to kill them?

Not to mention, Bai Xiaowen had not abandoned those dozen-odd human mages either. Even from several hundred meters in the air, he could still use his mental power to control his summoned creatures and skeleton soldier army, resisting the Snakefolk army's attack.

"Lord Morken, what should we do?"

The surrounding Snakefolk all looked at the old Snakefolk, Morken. Their battle target had taken to the sky, and their