The confrontation on a snowy mountain.

As Bayu was feeding Shiao Bing, she noticed Arthur soaring back from the direction of the snowy mountains.

Typically, Arthur would not return to the castle, but it was evident that he bore significant news from the mountains.

The massive figure of Arthur landed in the town, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Esteemed Queen, Arthur has intelligence to report, he announced.

By you turned to him, listening intently as he relayed the information which pertained to his skirmish with a vampire lord and four others.

Are you saying you encountered the snow lady among that group? By you inquired, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Indeed, your majesty.

There were four in total, with the flame lord and the stone lord being the most formidable.

Their strength rivaling that of the vampire lord, Arthur clarified.

Although he could not discern humans with precision, he certainly recognized the snow lady.

Bayu recalled that the missing lord from the snowy mountains was likely cold as castle.

They were part of an alliance and it seemed cold had utilized this alliance to relocate.

However, it appeared that his new abode was not far from the icy peaks, situated at top the desolate plains.

Bayou was aware of Yilyang's castle's location, bordering the harsh, snowy mountains and the barren plains.

Had traversing the mountains not required such an extensive duration.

She would have long since eradicated him.

Now, it seemed this vampire lord was either receiving a beating or on the path to one.

While he had managed to evade Bayou's wrath, he now found himself entangled in a new predicament.

Nevertheless, Bayou remained detached, merely absorbing the surrounding intelligence.

As it bore no relevance to her, "Let them fight.

The more ferociously the better.

Ideally, they should all perish, for it matters not to me," she mused, her heart unperturbed.

"Wait, that is unusual.

Normally, wouldn't you say something like, "I shall vanquish them.

" Son, Shia Sha remarked, recognizing that this was not characteristic of Bayou.

There are five of them.

What if they unite against me? Did you not hear Arthur mention that at least three are first here lords? Do I appear to be a mere brute, but we have three on our side? Son Sha Sha countered, puzzled.

Three against four should not be a problem, right? Even the weakest among us, Cole Jia, could easily overpower both you and Xiao and Shua by you side.

Upon hearing this, Sun Shia Sha felt a twinge of shame.

Realizing she was being criticized for her weakness, Xiao Yiani could at least serve as a useful ally.

While she felt utterly incapable of assisting Bayou, she found herself lacking even compared to Bayou's smallest minion, who was so generous in providing her with various resources.

Suddenly, a sense of inadequacy washed over her.

Yet, after a moment of reflection, her resilient spirit began to reassure her.

"I shall strive to improve.

I will work hard," she declared, summoning her cloud and standing at top it.

"White sister, I shall return now.

I promise I will become stronger.

When you next see me, I will surely surpass that old witch.

" With that, Sun Sha Sha soared westward on her cloud.

Huh? Why must one depart so suddenly? Arthur, continue your ascent and ensure the undead remain vigilant regarding the movements of the snowcapped mountains and those lords.

Meanwhile, in the southern expanse of the frigid snow mountain, a pack of ebony giants, the colossal wolves gallops through the snow, pressing deep into the heart of the mountain.

Their speed is astonishing, akin to fleeting shadows, and in no time they reach the depths of the frigid snow mountain.

They have been dispatched to investigate the clash between the angels of the mountain and the frost dragon and the howling silver wolves.

Their eyes within the snowcapped heights have inexplicably been annihilated, prompting their inquiry into the situation.

At this moment, apart from the great wolves, another force has arrived in advance, seemingly engaged in its own investigation.

These beings with the heads of tigers and the bodies of men stand 2 meters tall, their forms brimming with bulging muscles, their hands bearing enormous tiger claws.

Adorned with snow white fur and striped black markings.

A distinct character resembling a king is visible on their foreheads.

Their appearance bears a striking resemblance to that of the werewolves.

And for the sake of convenience, let us refer to them as tiger men.

Upon the wolves arrival, they too notice this group of tiger men who gaze back at the suddenly appearing wolves.

The reactions of the two factions are starkly contrasting.

The tiger men exhibit a flicker of concern in their eyes, yet do not display fear, for they do not perceive the wolves as insurmountable foes.

Conversely, the great wolves regard the tiger men with utter disdain.

Those who wish to survive vacate this place swiftly.

It is not a refuge for you.

The wolves snarl, threatening the tiger men with their words.

The tiger men exchange glances, turning to their leader among them.

Young one, I advise you to tread carefully.

The frigid snow mountain is not the pinnacle of your kind.

The tiger men issue a warning to the wolves, asserting that this territory is not theirs, and they do not fear them.

A pack of wretched Kurrs.

How dare they compare themselves to the summit of the mountains.

Eliminate them.

The wolves, seemingly provoked, recognize the race before them.

Individually, the tiger men possess considerable strength.

Yet, when it comes to lineage, the wolf superiority is immeasurable.

The wolves begin to swell, transforming into their werewolf forms, charging toward the tiger men.

While the tiger men outnumber the werewolves, their leader is merely of level seven, whereas the leading werewolf is of level eight.

The werewolves possess terrifying regenerative and bloodthirsty abilities, skills the tiger men lack, making the werewolves far more suited for close combat.

Just as the foremost werewolf is about to engage with the tiger man, and they prepare for battle, a young girl suddenly emerges from the rear ranks of the tiger man.

Dressed in a princess gown, clearly of human design, the girl has cascading white hair that falls upon her shoulders and two beastly ears protrude from the sides of her head, suggesting her not entirely human lineage.

Her pupils constrict, transforming from round to needleike as a surge of spatial energy envelopes her.

The charging wolves are momentarily frozen in place, and immediately for enormous claw marks appear upon each of their forms.

The spatial force that had imprisoned the werewolves dissipated, sending all of them flying apart in an instant.

They crashed to the ground, howling in agony as blood gushed wildly from their wounds.

The little girl seemed well aware of the werewolf's regenerative abilities.

Before they could even begin to heal, she encased them entirely in ice.

Only the alpha werewolf, dragging its grievously wounded body, managed to evade the freezing.

From a distance, it glared at the girl with venomous hatred.

Filthy mongrels, you will pay for this.

With those words, the werewolf reverted to its massive loopin form and vanished on the spot.

The little girl buried the frozen werewolves beneath the snow, then staggered weakly on the verge of collapsing backward.

The lead tiger man swiftly caught her and turned to address the others behind him.

Her majesty has fallen into slumber once more to save us all.

The Frost Dragon is confirmed dead.

Everyone find shelter immediately.

Chapter 132.

The Elemental Alliance's assault on Yelong.

After a day filled with activity, Master Xiao returned to his subordinate castle from Hapuni State.

Unable to decline the warm hospitality of the dwarves.

Bayou having sent another batch of gargoyless to Hapuni state called back the previously summoned Haphazard troops primarily to undergo reinforcement at the Blackwater altar.

Xiao Yiani's castle now boasted 2,000 undead knights, 1,000 gargoyles, 900 specters, and 100 necromancers.

Altogether, a formidable force of 4,000 undead.

Bayou harbored no doubts about the Firebeard clan s audacity to attack.

Even so, there remained 20,000 undead in Marshall State.

All below royal rank, leading by you to feel invincible.

Not even the leaders of levels seven or eight posed a threat.

Even a level 9 leader would fall beneath the sheer weight of undead.