Within sight, Ice Peaks stretched in an unbroken chain, lingering without dissipating.
Fang Yun turned around and halted atop an iceberg, mounted on his War-Poem Dragon Horse.
Yun Zhaochен turned with him and stood beside Fang Yun. Seeing this, the other four Grand Academicians reluctantly joined Fang Yun.
"Then let me see how you intend to frighten off the Bear Demon Kings of two great tribes!" Lian Pingchao did not join Fang Yun and the other five. He continued fleeing, though he slowed down and kept looking back.
Ye Fangge said, "So be it. This field of icebergs was formed from Xiong Kong's Sage Aspect Strike, a power he summoned by tracing back the Bear Clan's bloodline. We cannot easily break through it, and our speed has fallen sharply. Sooner or later, they will catch us. Better to fight to the death."
"We knew something like this might happen when we entered the Dragon City Ruins," Liu Shan'a said with a smile, though a dangerous gleam lurked in his eyes.
Fang Yun took a porcelain vial from his River-Drinking Shell and opened it. A surging aura erupted from the vial, spreading as fiercely as hot oil poured out in an instant, engulfing and soaking through everyone.
Many of them instinctively shuddered, and every Demon King stopped in his tracks.
Every Demon King felt that if he continued running at full speed, he would inevitably offend whatever lay within the porcelain vial.
"Sacred blood of the Demon Race? And half-sage blood of our Bear Clan, at that?" Xiong Kong leaped onto an iceberg five zhang tall and looked down at Fang Yun and the others a short distance ahead.
The other Bear Demon Kings grew cautious as well.
Lian Pingchao stopped and stared in astonishment at the porcelain vial in Fang