Urban Dominating Immortal Doctor

Chapter 873 867: Zilan's Worry

"The people from the Chizuru, Munemasa, and Aoki Clans have likely come out as well."

Asakawa Taiyi's gaze turned to Asakawa Kaori and asked.

Although they didn't encounter people from other clans while escaping Penglai Immortal Island, Asakawa Taiyi assumed they must have exited.

Upon hearing this, Asakawa Kaori and Suzuki Baihui exchanged a glance.

"Why haven't they come out yet?"

Asakawa Taiyi's thin cheeks tightened as he asked.

"Responding to Lord Asakawa, we've only seen Chizuru Ayamai come out from the Chizuru Clan. However, after Ayamai came out, she directly returned to the Chizuru Clan's yacht, and then it set sail."

Asakawa Kaori pointed in a northern direction and said.

Asakawa Taiyi looked in the direction, seeing only an outline of the yacht as it headed further away.

"So, it appears that only Chizuru Ayamai survived from the Chizuru Clan?"

Asakawa Taiyi's pupils flashed sharply. If others from the Chizuru Clan survived too, Chizuru Ayamai wouldn't have returned so early.

"It seems that's the case, Lord Taiyi. But as for the Munemasa and Aoki Clans, there's been no sign of anyone yet."

Asakawa Kaori said.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Asakawa Taiyi's eyes suddenly sparkled with intensity.

The Asakawa Clan was deep inside the Immortal Island during the cold wave outburst, making their escape relatively delayed. Yet, no one from the Aoki or Munemasa Clan seemed to have come out.

Swish swish swish!

More figures continued to emerge from the Void Rift, though the intervals between them were slightly longer.

This time, a total of seven or eight large figures shot out awkwardly from the Void Rift.

These figures were covered only in some animal hides over significant parts of their bodies, with frost clinging to their skin and hair, their faces all pale.

After dropping several meters in mid-air, dizziness cleared from their heads, and a glint of reddishness flashed in their eyes as they steadied themselves.

These individuals were none other than the werewolves led by Barrello and Ariel.

"Damn, finally we got out. The island unleashed such a fierce cold wave."

At this moment, frost covered Barrello's golden hair, while frost adhered to his exposed limbs, penetrating to the bone.

Aside from Barrello and Ariel being slightly better off, the other werewolves were also trembling; had they been delayed a few more minutes, they might have frozen to death on the island.

Screech, screech...

As soon as Barrello and the others had just emerged, a few low eagle screeches came from the rift.

Three Red Flame Eagle Vultures, driven by vigorous flapping wings, flew out of the rift, carrying people from the Nangong Clan on their backs.

Originally, seven Eagle Vultures entered the Void Rift with the Nangong Clan, but four perished on Penglai Immortal Island.

At present, Nangong Feng, Nangong Chen, Elder Yue Chan, and others were on the backs of these three Eagle Vultures; due to their deep position back then, frost covered their clothing and hair, even forming Ice.

"Barrello, it's people from Huaxia's Nangong Clan!"

Ariel turned to look at the three Eagle Vultures emerging from the Void Rift, her complexion serious, and said.

Hearing this, Barrello also turned around and glared at the people on the Eagle Vultures' backs, his gaze turning immensely sinister. Those Ancient Martial Artists from Huaxia had pursued him relentlessly.

"Hmph, one day I'll bring those Ancient Martial Artists from Huaxia to justice."

Barrello said coldly.

Ariel, aside him, also wore a gloomy expression and nodded.

"Ariel, let's go!"

Barrello shouted, and immediately, he flashed toward their yacht.

After about ten breaths, Barrello, Ariel, and the werewolves landed on the Bordeaux Clan's yacht.

"Clan leader, it's those werewolves!"

Nangong Feiyang's eyes narrowed as he spoke to Nangong Feng.

"Hmm, I saw them."

Nangong Feng nodded slightly, his eyes faintly burning with murderous intent.

"Clan leader, should we chase after them and..."

Asked the Elder Nangong Haotian nearby.

"Currently, we are in poor condition, and both of the werewolves' Princes are present. Engaging with them would lead to mutual destruction; even if victorious, it would be barely won."

Nangong Feng's eyes flashed with consideration, and then he slowly shook his head and spoke solemnly.

"Yes, as the clan leader said, this intense cold bites deeply into the bone, and if not dispelled soon, it will greatly affect our Martial Arts foundation."

Elder Nangong Chen nodded in agreement.

"Father, where is Brother Qin Yang? He should have come out too."

Zilan's beautiful eyes scanned the sea, but after searching for a while, she did not find Qin Yang's trace, showing a hint of anxiety in her gaze.

Nangong Feng frowned slightly upon hearing this and glanced across the sea with his keen eyesight, but didn't spot Qin Yang either.

"During the cold wave's outburst, Friend Qin Yang was likely deep within the Immortal Island, just like us. He should be emerging soon."

Elder Nangong Chen said, glancing back at the Void Rift.

"Zilan, don't worry too much. Brother Qin Yang possesses formidable strength and won't easily run into trouble."

Nangong Feiyang also spoke.

"Alright, let's move to the deserted island to dispel the cold within, and wait for Friend Qin Yang."

Nangong Feng said.

Beneath their feet, the three Red Flame Eagle Vultures were clearly overburdened, their wing beats slowing down noticeably, likely unable to last much longer.

"Okay."

Zilan glanced back at the Void Rift, then nodded her head faintly.

Screech, screech...

Beneath Nangong Feng and the others, the three Red Flame Eagle Vultures struggled mightily, flying towards the nearest deserted island.

A few breaths later, they landed on that deserted island.

After descending from the Eagle Vultures, Nangong Feng and the others sat cross-legged on the deserted island, starting to circulate their Gang Power or True Essence Power, dispelling the invading cold.

As a Fire Spirit Body, complemented by the Vermilion Bird's legacy, Zilan was hardly affected by the cold, almost insignificantly so.

Fire-red flames surrounded Zilan, and after just ten breathes, strands of cold evaporated away, completely expelled from her body.

Opening her eyes, Zilan immediately gazed at the Void Rift spanning hundreds of meters.

However, after watching for several minutes, the awaited figure didn't emerge.

In that massive Void Rift, biting cold dispersed out, causing ice-white snowflakes to start falling in the world around.