Infinite Bloodcore

Chapter 585: Section 373: Divine Wind Pirate Group

The City Lord of Snowbird Port hadn’t arrived at the dock yet, but communication had taken precedence.

He had requested the dragon-man youth’s assistance, as many of the Saber Gang’s remnants were already making their escape on various vessels, with most having left the port.

The most urgent targets were several Rocket Assault Boats.

But they had already gone far and seemed difficult to catch up with.

There was no reason to hesitate. The dragon-man youth immediately indicated that he would pursue with all his strength, attempting to annihilate as many enemies as possible.

The battlefield waits for no one. The dragon-man youth didn’t continue to pacify Lan Zao but instead led the mercenaries who could strike out, jumped down from the ship, and charged into battle.

The youth had never considered that his unfinished words might create a huge misunderstanding for Lan Zao.

Lan Zao had only heard the dragon-man youth apologize to him.

Although Lan Zao had received the aid of magic scrolls and healing potions, and his physical condition was mostly restored, let’s not forget that his bloodline had just been purified, and his body was still adapting.

During this adaptation, not only did Lan Zao have a fever, ringing in his ears, and an accelerated heartbeat, but his mind was also muddled and he struggled to think.

Further haunted by previous nightmares, Lan Zao misinterpreted the dragon-man youth’s apology, thinking it was because he had taken a magic potion that would soon lead to his death.

Watching the dragon-man youth’s retreating figure join the fight in the distance, Lan Zao found his breathing becoming troubled.

But this time, it was not due to the suffocation caused by the backwash of seawater but rather the oppressive weight of facing death in his heart.

However, his breathing soon calmed down.

“My lord, I… am now prepared!” he declared within himself.

Then he stood up and looked around, “Give me a knife.”

The nearby “Zi Di” advised him, “You’re better off resting for now.”

But Lan Zao’s head was heavy, and his consciousness wasn’t clear, he glared at the alchemy puppet in front of him, “I said, give me a knife!”