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One minute ago.

White Dragon Bing Zhuo arrived over the Ice Lake before Han Zhuo.

Upon arrival, it saw its archenemy, the Frost Giant, leading a group of Ogre and Winter Wolf underlings, assembling on the Ice Lake.

Compared to the numerous underlings, the number of Frost Giants was scant, and the Frost Giant Commander was not present, making Bing Zhuo quickly realize this was a good opportunity for an ambush.

Safe, while efficiently exterminating the Frost Giant’s underlings; by then, the Frost Giant Commander would be like a toothless tiger.

Facing the Frost Giant Commander one-on-one was something it had never feared.

Thus, Bing Zhuo immediately decided to launch a surprise attack, without waiting for Han Zhuo.

However, during the dive, Bing Zhuo noticed a few Frost Giants seemingly leading the charge against a human team that, from high above, resembled ants.

This immediately reminded it of something its mother, Avia Rinsa, known as the ’Wing of the Icefield,’ had mentioned.

Thus, the scene that unfolded before the Nightmare Razor team was—

’The White Dragon descended from the sky, accompanied by a frosty breath, attacking the Frost Giants and their underlings’ troops...’

But for the Nightmare Razor team, the key issue was that, after doing all this, the White Dragon turned its focus onto them.

When the icy, yellow eyes, larger than a fist, of the White Dragon gazed upon them, everyone except Secret Master Sarnor and ’Northerner’s Shield’ Olaf trembled from the depths of their being.

This was a fear stemming from the bloodline itself!

Unless one had reached Transcendence, drastically enhancing their power and resistance, ordinary classes facing an adult Giant Dragon would naturally be intimidated by its presence.

"It’s an adult White Dragon, Challenge Level at least above thirteen!" Secret Master Sarnor assessed immediately based on the White Dragon’s size and breath power that it was an adult dragon, not a juvenile.

"Fight or retreat?" Sarnor asked Olaf, his expression turning solemn.

Indeed, hoping for him and Olaf alone to defeat a White Dragon without external aid was almost impossible.

But saying this was not out of arrogance.

It was because with High-tier Priest Aisle absent, he and Olaf had something to rely on as they came to carry out the mission.

"Let’s withdraw directly! Sarnor, you go first, I’ll hold it off for a moment." Olaf thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice.

Although he understood what Sarnor was referring to, the problem was that even using the Seventh Level Magic Scroll, ’Death Finger,’ might severely injure the White Dragon, but the issue was, he didn’t have his shield by his side.

Subsequent battles might bring unexpected situations.

Moreover, the longer they delayed here, the greater the chance of encountering a Soladin Kingdom’s team.

Currently, just successfully bringing the Necromancy Crystal back meant a great victory for this operation, and it was worth the risk to draw some fire.

Besides, he carried an Any Door Scroll; securing a safe retreat wasn’t a big problem.

"Alright! Be careful." Sarnor nodded.

At this moment, Olaf spoke to the main shield armor warrior in the Dusk Sword team beside him, "Give me the shield."

"Huh? Oh~" Adventurers treasure their weapons greatly, and the sturdy shield warrior reluctantly handed over the shield.

Olaf weighed the shield a couple of times and said, "The shield isn’t great; I’m afraid I can’t hold it off for long. Everyone, be ready to swiftly retreat in different directions."

The shield armor warrior couldn’t help but mentally grumble, ’If it’s no good, then give it back to me...’

"(Common Tongue) Humans, it seems you’ve obtained something valuable." The voice of the White Dragon rumbled like thunder over the Ice Lake.

"Hand it over, and the great Han Zhuo will be magnanimous and spare your lives."

Seeing the White Dragon stride over, Olaf immediately raised his shield and shouted, "Go!"

"White Scales! Over here!"

Seeing this, Secret Master Sarnor also mingled among the six members of the Dusk Sword team, quickly fleeing in different directions.

This sight naturally enraged White Dragon Han Zhuo, who flapped its wings and took to the air, ignoring Olaf, and unleashed a ferocious frosty breath upon the fleeing crowd below.

The white frost energy gathered like dozens of high-pressure water jets, impacting the crowd scattering over the Ice Lake.

Facing the airborne White Dragon, Olaf’s expression stiffened.

Damn!

It flew up?!

But how can he stop it like this??

He didn’t expect the White Dragon to ignore his insulting words, not attacking with its claws first, but instead to immediately launch into a multi-target attack mode...

Faced with the white frost breath of formidable power, Olaf, even with a shield, had neither confidence nor interest in trying to block it head-on; he immediately dodged away.

In an instant!

Three members of the Dusk Sword team couldn’t escape in time and were nicked by the frosty breath, and within two seconds, they were completely frozen into lifelike ice sculptures.

Sarnor had no choice but to expose his strength, casting a shield upon himself and immediately using the Fourth Level Spell Any Door to disappear from the spot.

However, despite reappearing at a distance, Sarnor looked quite displeased with no sign of joy from escaping using Any Door.

This was because the Any Door could teleport a maximum distance of only five hundred meters.

The problem was, he was still on the Ice Lake, with nothing to block him, and there were still hundreds of meters to the vast spruce forest where he could hide.