The strength of the old man before them and Carter Binda was unknown to him.
But Kenping Yuelai felt that the people on his side were no pushovers either. These old magicians should be enough to stand against Carter Binda.
That only left the old man. And one of the old magicians had an attack scroll in his hands—once it was opened, their victory would be assured.
At that moment, everyone watched as the broken sword in Carter Binda's hand absorbed the wind and snow, transforming into a flawless, complete sword.
Carter Binda held the sword in her hand and gave it a light swing.
A dragon's roar that shook the heart suddenly echoed through the snowy mountains.
The Ice Nine-Tails gradually vanished as well.
Carter Binda smiled at the crowd and said, "I've sent the Ice Nine-Tails away. Now you shouldn't have to worry about anything coming to interfere."
"Why did you send it away?" Kenping Yuelai said speechlessly after hearing Carter Binda's words. "The whole reason I came here was for the Ice Nine-Tails. Now that you've driven it off, where are we supposed to find it?"
"You no longer need to," Carter Binda said.
"What you should be worrying about now is whether you can leave Winterfort," Carter Binda said as she looked at them.
"Little girl, don't be too arrogant," the old magician said.
"I've heard of your name, but you're still young. For magicians, age is strength," the old magician said.
"Don't underestimate us old men. The magical energy stored within us is far greater than yours," the old magician said to Carter Binda.
"You old folks should stay hidden in your rooms from now on and stop coming out," Carter Binda said with a smile. "This stopped being your era long ago."
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