Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Gonggong's one eye gleamed with a ferocious light, staring intently at Nuannuan.

"Don't damn touch me, the victor becomes king, the loser becomes a bandit. I've lost, life or death is up to you."

Nuannuan grabbed his collar and continued to rush outside, giggling all the while.

"I, the Grand Master, want to touch you, save you, what about it? Once I rescue you, I'll torture you well, making you suffer between life and death."

A chill ran through Gonggong's heart. As the head of the rebel, he had imagined his end countless times, merely death was the ultimate relief.

But he never thought he'd fall into Nuannuan's hands alive, not knowing how she'd torture him made Gonggong more and more afraid.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless missiles fired upon the Holy Peak, collapsing all the structures as if they were made of paper.

The violent shockwaves blasted countless soldiers who couldn't dodge in time, tearing their flesh apart.

Currently, only the tall altar remained intact.

Yang Fei, dodging and maneuvering through the cannon fire with two Witch Kings in tow, glanced downward and couldn't help but gasp.

Down below, a dense throng of mercenaries had the entire Holy Peak surrounded, no less than a thousand armed men.

This formation was already akin to a small-scale localized war.

The most frightening thing was that the enemy's missiles seemed endless, bombing the Holy Peak.

Such intense bombardment left countless soldiers from the Wu Clan with nowhere to hide.

Yang Fei worried about Dan Dan, searching for him amidst the cannon fire, but that little rascal was nowhere to be found.

Yang Fei knew Dan Dan was no ordinary child, being extremely clever by nature, so he wasn't overly worried.

Nuannuan, holding Gonggong, rolled and evaded through the cannon fire, refusing to give up Gonggong despite frequent danger.

Gonggong couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, forget it, just let me go, save yourself; I'll fight those Immortal Race bastards to the death."

Throughout his life, Gonggong had been cunning, greedy, and extremely ruthless, with a heart as hard as steel; yet he still retained the demeanor and courage of a dominant figure of his generation.

Now, seeing Nuannuan refuse to abandon him to save herself, his heart finally softened.

Nuannuan sneered, "I, the Grand Master, already said, I'm insisting on saving you first, then slowly torturing you with three partitions and six caves. If you keep whining, the boss will slap you."

"You..."

Gonggong was infuriated, glaring speechlessly, but dared not to say more.

After all, if the little girl Nuannuan really slapped him, it would be a huge disgrace.

Not far away, Yang Fei shouted aloud, "The Ancestral Altar can't be defended, quickly get into the secret passage, retreat from the back of the mountain."

Countless soldiers of the Wu Clan, bombed by the all-covering missiles, exploded into flying flesh and blood.

The Old Witch Master, tears streaming down his face, cried, "Heaven is destroying my Wu Clan, such injustice!"

Nuannuan yanked Gonggong by the belt, dodged a missile blast, and rushed to Yang Fei's side, dropping Gonggong.

"Uncle, what do we do?"

Boom!

At this moment, a missile exploded three hundred meters away from the two, with surging waves of air, as Yang Fei pressed down on Nuannuan.

"There's no way, let's retreat first, and talk later. The Immortal Race plans so cautiously, this time your Wu Clan's internal strife gave them a great opportunity."

Thrown to the ground by Nuannuan, Gonggong felt deeply ashamed.

If he hadn't incited the Twelve Branches to attack the Ancestral Altar, how could the forces of the Immortal Race have infiltrated?

Nuannuan nodded, and Yang Fei pointed down the mountain.

"Look; the soldiers besieging Holy Peak below are all wearing your Wu Clan mercenary uniforms."

"This shows the scoundrels of the Immortal Race had already infiltrated the military camp, posing as Wu Clan soldiers. Now they're collaborating inside and out, launching an attack. We've lost this battle, let's go quickly."

At this, Yang Fei was puzzled.

"By the way, why are the Immortal Race people besieging you?"

Nuannuan shook her head, "I don't know either. I heard from Ancestor Grandfather that it started because of a Holy Artifact, then both sides suffered heavy casualties, grudges accumulated, and it became a vendetta."

The Old Witch Master, holding two Witch Kings, rushed over, sobbing.

"Heaven is destroying my Wu Clan. Nuannuan, quickly ascend the altar and retrieve the Holy Artifact, let's go."

Nuannuan was shocked, "There's really a Holy Artifact? What is it?"

The Old Witch Master snorted, "If those Immortal bastards weren't coveting our Wu Clan's Holy Artifact, why else would they spend so much to attack our Holy Peak? Go, quickly."

As the Old Witch Master spoke, he whispered a few words into Nuannuan's ear, then waved repeatedly.

"Hurry, or we'll be too late."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Missiles one after another, trailing long tails, exploded at the summit, and everyone sought cover to hide.

Nuannuan, holding Gonggong, took cover behind a fallen pillar and shouted.

"Uncle, what do we do?"

Yang Fei waved, "No problem, Uncle will go with you to get it, the others, quickly enter the back mountain tunnel."

Snake Lady, Big Bald, Violent Bear, and others all rushed over in a swarm, picking up injured Witch Kings and retreating to the back mountain.

Snake Lady advised Nuannuan from afar.

"Saintess, retreat immediately once you have the Holy Artifact, the enemy has begun a full-scale mountain assault."

Violent Bear took Gonggong from Nuannuan's hands, waving to Yang Fei.

"Good brother, I, Violent Bear, am waiting for you, come back quickly."

Yang Fei agreed from afar, looking down the mountain.

He indeed saw countless mercenaries below the Holy Peak, climbing up the narrow, steep mountain path of the Holy Peak.

And the surviving Wu Clan soldiers climbed out of the ruins, grabbed their rifles, and fired downwards from higher ground.

The Wu Clan and the Immortal Race were sworn enemies, any Wu Clan soldier seeing a member of the Immortal Race would immediately engage in combat, with no room for reasoning.

However, the Immortal Race soldiers were numerous and had heavy firepower to support the attack.

The Wu Clan soldiers, despite fighting with their lives, could not stop the enemy's advance.

Yang Fei and Nuannuan rushed onto the altar, with numerous steps extending upwards, probably over a thousand in total.

However, this short distance meant nothing to Yang Fei and Nuannuan.

But charging up amidst the shelling made it much more difficult.

The two reached the altar, seeing from a distance a Divine Altar less than two meters in circumference, looking like a round table.

Yang Fei stopped, while Nuannuan lunged forward.

She didn't know what mechanism she triggered, but the center of the round table slowly revealed a box.

The box was square, adorned with mysterious patterns, and the half-transparent jade material revealed something inside the jade box.

Yang Fei glanced at it and was startled to find that the item was a Crystal Skull.

Nuannuan stepped forward, respectfully kowtowed three times and nine bows, then took out a piece of red cloth, placed the jade box in it, and then into her backpack.

Yang Fei stared blankly at this scene, suddenly filled with a sense of danger, he quickly turned: "Who's there?"

"Gege, Yang Fei, we meet again."

The sound of a crisp laughter, as Chen Xingzhu dressed in black clothing and skirt, her beauty like jade, emerged from behind the altar.