Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Upon hearing, Nuannuan immediately panicked and rushed out the door.

"Let's go quickly, we must not let the Immortal Race succeed."

The Old Witch Master nodded: "That's right."

"Although the Witch Kings are wrong, the affairs of the Wu Clan are not for outsiders to interfere with. We must head over immediately."

Snake Lady, Violent Bear, and others rose solemnly in respect.

Violent Bear gave a thumbs-up to Nuannuan: "The Witch Master's broad mind is indeed a blessing for our Wu Clan."

Snake Lady, Violent Bear, and the Old Witch Master followed Nuannuan and Yang Fei out of the Black Prison.

At the entrance of the Black Prison, the Temple Knights had already completely controlled the situation. Seeing Nuannuan and the others rushing out, everyone was both surprised and delighted.

The situation was urgent, and Nuannuan had no time to explain further. Snake Lady waved her hand.

"Temple Knights, charge with me to aid the Temple and kill all those filthy Immortal Tribespeople."

Though the others didn't understand, they followed Nuannuan and Snake Lady without hesitation.

Meanwhile, within the Witch Clan Temple, Houtu was struggling against two Immortal Race experts, clearly at a disadvantage.

Suddenly, Zhu Rong roared, and his body abruptly went rigid.

Two figures somersaulted away from either side of him.

Zhu Rong's left leg and right waist had been jabbed by injectors, injecting a blood-red, icy liquid. In an instant, the Essence Qi within his body was completely frozen.

Almost simultaneously, Ju Mang was kicked away.

As he was in mid-air, two shadows rushed at him, and an injector stabbed into the side of his neck.

Ju Mang dropped like a piece of wood, crashing to the ground, stiff and motionless.

Seeing things going awry, Houtu unleashed consecutive dragon-shaped Qi Forces, knocking away two ghostly figures. She raced to the Old Witch Master's side: "Ancestor Grandfather, let's fight our way out."

She supported the Old Witch Master, but just then, he suddenly counteracted with a strike on Houtu's shoulder.

Between his fingers was an injector, and its long needle pierced Houtu's skin.

Houtu felt her shoulder go numb, as icy liquid seeped into her skin, her entire body turning frigidly cold.

Houtu looked at the Old Witch Master in disbelief: "Ancestor Grandfather, you... what are you doing?"

The Old Witch Master quickly retreated, his previously gentle smile turning vicious.

He wiped his face with a smirk: "Look closely, who am I?"

The figure tore off a human-skin mask from his face, revealing the face of a handsome middle-aged Caucasian, with pale skin and ash-gray eyes.

Houtu could hardly believe her eyes, her voice hoarse.

"You... you're impersonating the Old Witch Master, despicable!"

The Caucasian sneered: "Blame your own foolishness. Your Old Witch Master is likely already in our hands, and your Wu Clan's millennia of legacy is finished."

Houtu felt an icy chill spread through her meridians.

All of her Essence Qi was frozen, and she couldn't move a single finger.

She glared furiously: "You... you won't succeed."

Saying this, Houtu's body collapsed stiffly, her consciousness growing faint.

With Houtu down, inside the temple, all twelve Witch Kings had been captured, and there was no one left to resist.

The Caucasian laughed heartily: "No wonder it's the Origin Blood Essence of Lord Earl."

"From now on, these so-called Witch Kings have all become Lord Earl's Blood Servants. It's worthy of celebration that Lord Earl now unites the Wu Clan."

As he spoke, a handsome man with a sickly pale complexion, around forty, walked in from outside the temple.

His cloak was embroidered with gold thread, a snarling skull on his chest. His expression was excessively smug, slightly arrogant.

As this man entered the temple, seven or eight ghostly figures emerged from unknown places, all kneeling neatly before him.

"Greetings, Lord Earl, congratulations on your great success."

The man looked at the scattered Witch Kings across the temple with satisfaction, smiling modestly.

"Everyone has worked hard; the credit goes to all of you. I dare not claim it."

The middle-aged Caucasian showed flattery.

"No, this is thanks to Lord Earl's wise leadership and brilliant decision-making, seizing the moment when they were internally divided and severely injured, thus achieving such a colossal merit."

The Earl waved his cloak: "No need to be polite; the credit belongs to everyone."

"Lord Oskilov gave countless warnings, emphasizing the importance of finding the Crystal Skull from the Wu Clan, our true objective for today's operation."

The Earl's expression turned grave.

"Failing to find the Crystal Skull would render this operation a failure, even if the entire Wu Clan is annihilated."

The middle-aged Caucasian gave a sly smile: "Don't worry, Earl, we've already captured all twelve Witch Kings."

"Their Saintess and that old undying one are already imprisoned in the Black Prison. Once we lured the Temple Knights successfully, the situation is in our control."

"By then, pry open these people's mouths, and how could we not find the Crystal Skull?"

The middle-aged Caucasian hesitated before asking,

"One thing confuses me, Earl, the origins of that Crystal Skull are so mysterious; what exactly is its use?"

The Earl snorted: "There are things you shouldn't ask about. Some matters are not for someone like you to meddle in."

His voice was indifferent, expressionless, but it frightened the middle-aged Caucasian into a cold sweat.

He lowered his head repeatedly: "Yes, yes, my apologies for overstepping. Please forgive me, Lord Earl."

The Earl snorted: "Send a message at once to those beneath the Holy Peak."

"The high-levels of the Wu Clan are under our control; have them attack the Holy Peak immediately."

"Once we truly occupy the Witch Ancestral Altar, hmph, the Crystal Skull's whereabouts will definitely be revealed."

The middle-aged Caucasian immediately stood tall: "Yes, Earl."

"Hey, what are you all doing? Playing hide-and-seek, or doctor and patient?"

Just then, a crisp child's voice echoed into the temple.

With the voice, a small boy with rosy cheeks and white teeth appeared at the temple door.

The boy was wearing denim overalls, his hair tied in a ponytail, skin snowy white and tender.

His large, shiny eyes blinked, adorably innocent and cute.

Dan Dan!

If Yang Fei were here, he'd immediately recognize this boy as the Dragonkin Descendant Dan Dan, whom he had been painstakingly searching for.

The middle-aged Caucasian and Lord Earl were both stunned.

The middle-aged Caucasian glanced at Lord Earl, feeling very uneasy.

The temple, inside and out, was occupied by the Immortal Tribespeople, heavily guarded. Where did this little kid come from?

The boy walked confidently into the temple and immediately noticed Houtu lying on the ground.

He rushed over, running up to Houtu's side.

Houtu was unconscious; the boy reached out to support her, his mouth curled as if about to cry.

"Mom, Mom, what's wrong?"