Iron-Blood Fist Intent

The Spencer Family's airship soon flew over Iron Bear Fortress and began circling slowly a little over a hundred meters above the ground. The airdrop hatch in the middle of the airship suddenly opened, and a blast of cold wind poured in.

Looking at the dark, surging mass of demonized puppets below, everyone standing by the hatch aboard the airship drew a sharp breath. To place oneself in such a spot was no different from throwing oneself into the encirclement of hundreds of thousands of demonized puppets.

"My lord..." Roslav wanted to say something.

"There's no need to say any more. No matter what happens, if I can't hold on, escaping shouldn't be a problem, right?" Zhang Tie laughed heartily and waved a hand, speaking unconcernedly. Then he looked at the flushed faces of his personal guards and Wajid. "This time, I'll go down alone. This is my own war. I treasure my life too much to gamble with it. In a place like this, having more people isn't necessarily a good thing!"

No one said another word.

A steel rope was lowered from above. Seeing it, Zhang Tie thought of Huaiyuan Hall's rotor parachutes. Unfortunately, those things were far too precious. Conditions in a place like the Ice and Snow Wilderness were comparatively backward in every respect, and no one had money to burn on the idea of forming some expensive airship force. Naturally, such equipment specially issued to elites could not be found here. If he had not left Hidden Dragon Island, perhaps he would have been learning how to use rotor parachutes by now. At this moment, though, he could only make do.

After flashing everyone one last smile, Zhang Tie put on the Dark Ripper Gloves, then grabbed the steel rope and leaped down without hesitation.