Xiao He turned around abruptly, and what came into view was that familiar head of silver hair.

"clang!"

Sensing the danger, Xiao He accurately parried the sword.

This was the only encounter in the first round.

The silver-haired man easily pinned him against the wall with just one hand.

"The Lord of Ice...?" Xiao He looked at the face before him with a solemn expression.

"Tsk tsk, as expected, the goddess of life is better in a female form."

The silver-haired man tried to reach out and pinch Xiao He's chin, but the latter turned his head away to avoid it.

"Is this how you repay your savior? Hmm?" A playful smile appeared on the silver-haired man's lips. "Also, don't call me 'Lord of Ice,' that's a title only servants use..."

As he leaned down and drew closer, Xiao He felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively slashed at him with his sword.

"clang!"

This time, the silver-haired man blocked with his backhand, but it seemed even easier for him.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Let's not fight... We're all from the same root..."

"Do you know? I've been waiting for you for five thousand years..."

"But your soul... is actually locked up? What a pity..."

"Looks like I'll have to think of another way... to release you, Ah Hanfulaf..."

Xiao He stared at him silently, trying to glean some useful information from his words.

The fact that this mysterious person could even tell that his soul was locked meant he was no ordinary troublemaker.

The silver-haired man spoke slowly, almost as if talking to himself, and looked at Xiao He as if he were looking at his own possession.

"Who are you?" Xiao He asked in a deep voice.

"Hehehe...Who am I..."

"A long, long time ago, I also had a name and a surname..."

"It's just been so long... no one called me, I completely forgot..."

"Oh, by the way, quite a few foolish humans have given me a nickname, called... Sammequa?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao He's gaze sharpened.

“Sangmaikui”.

“That’s right.” The silver-haired man nodded leisurely. “Just call me that…”

"What do you want to do?" Xiao He asked calmly, though he didn't expect him to answer.

Sammek leaned close to the wall, leaned down again, and whispered in his ear, "I want to... merge you... into my soul..."

“But…” he suddenly changed the subject: “But not you, I want Hanfula… So, do you understand what I mean…”

A chilling aura suddenly descended, and Xiao He's survival instinct made him raise his sword to block it once more.

"Ugh!" He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

“Tell me, how did you lock her up? Hmm?” Sangmaik’s smile grew wider and wider. “If you don’t tell me, maybe I’ll consider… letting you die once and see…?”

"Then you can try it." Xiao He frowned, but his eyes showed no fear as he looked at him.

"……real?"

"If I die, she will die too. You can wait another five thousand years."

"……oh?"

A look of surprise flashed across Sangmaik's eyes.

"Then... how can you release her...?"

"As long as you don't bother me, she will come back naturally after I finish what I'm doing."

Is this really true?

Believe it or not.

Looking at Xiao He's expression, Sang Mai Kui felt that for the first time in five thousand years, he was in a dilemma.

After a long pause, he sighed softly.

"She's so smart... so incredibly smart..."

Sangmaik slowly raised his head: "But... I'm very curious to know, how exactly did she find you?"

"I can't explain that."

"..."

Xiao He's heart skipped a beat.

Before he could react, the knife in his hand was knocked away.

Sangmaik's body transformed into a black shadow, approaching instantly like a ghost.

"Whoosh—"

Almost simultaneously, an inconspicuous bullet whizzed through the air and accurately struck a piece of ice crystal on the altar.

"Snap!"

The seemingly solid ice crystals shattered instantly, quickly turning into icy water that flowed into the altar.

"Hehehe... Interesting..."

"So...you weren't alone...?"

"Hehehehe..."

Sangmaik's figure gradually blurred, and his voice gradually faded away.

The hand that was about to grab Xiao He's neck instantly turned into specks of ice, which drifted away in the wind.

"call--"

Xiao He leaned against the wall, panting, only to realize that his back was covered in cold sweat.

He marked the location of the ice crystals on the spot, because that was the source of Sammek's "avatar".

It's not difficult to discover it by virtue of our shared origin; what's difficult is not having the opportunity to touch it.

Sangmaik was also on high alert, not giving him the slightest opportunity.

Fortunately, Wang Xuefeng was hiding outside the cave.

Xiao He didn't have many opportunities to make Sang Mai Kui relax his guard, and in order to create such an opportunity, he even risked giving up resistance at the critical moment of life and death.

"How could you be so reckless?" A somewhat helpless voice came through the earpiece.

“This is no small matter for you,” Xiao He said, picking up the knife and retorting.

Before he finished speaking, Wang Xuefeng walked in while folding down the wings.

It seems there are basically no threats from outside.

"Is it resolved?" Wang Xuefeng asked tentatively.

"For now." Xiao He wiped his mouth, though his face was somewhat pale.

On the team panel, his health bar was down to a quarter.

But this result is already the best it can be.

In that instant, everyone guarding the city wall clearly felt the pressure from the monsters decrease dramatically.

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