Matthias's eyes narrowed sharply, and he pressed his right hand against the hilt of his sword. His true energy instantly circulated within his body, and his breathing gradually became shallow.

Neville and the soldiers immediately shifted into defensive stances. Their unsheathed longswords gleamed cold and sharp in the moonlight.

The bitter wind howled through the tunnel's exit, driving sharp flakes of snow against their faces. It stung, but they ignored the discomfort.

Barto's eyes were clear and alert, showing no hint of intoxication. Behind them, the yeti warriors stood in solemn silence, their ice crystal spears angled toward the ground. They had clearly been waiting for a long time.

"Leopold, how dare you betray the tribe!" one of the yeti warriors roared in their native tongue.

Leopold's face turned ashen, and he instinctively took a step back. He knew the strength of these elite warriors well, and every one of them was a grandmaster martial artist. If a fight broke out, the