Rise of the White Dragon

Ingrid moved, although she tried to be gentle, the force she put on her right foot made a small warp in the floor creating a crater. The momentum she had initially made her run so fast she seemed to be just a blur.

Like a typhoon, she used a lot of force when she attacked with her bloodthirsty scythe.

Despite losing an arm, Morgana reacted quickly by defending herself with her remaining arm.

*BOOOOM!*

As the bloodthirsty scythe slammed into Morgana's claw, shock waves created a sandstorm. Nearby trees and houses were swept away as if made of feathers. The confrontation lasted a measly 2 seconds, and as strong as Morgana was, she was the one who was ordered to retreat more than 500 meters.

Ingrid didn't stand still, she advanced in the direction Morgana was thrown with narrowed eyes. Blond hair flowed dignifiedly giving her an aura of a valkyrie.

Morgana's brows drew together again, veins appearing on her forehead as she twirled on the floor, steadying herself as she looked at Ingrid who was coming towards her.

'Losing an arm made my performance drop a lot, especially my balance...' Living a whole life with both arms, being without one, makes her movements change subtly.

Although it wasn't much, for a cultivator even a little becomes gigantic.

Even with a werewolf's regeneration, she wouldn't be able to regenerate an entire arm in time. Mainly because all the blood from the arm and the nutrients needed by the bone was sucked out.

When she glanced at the Alpha, a look of disgust appeared. Even if only at a glance, she noticed that the other party had the upper hand. 'If it continues like this, he will die before I...'

Morgana hadn't thought of fleeing before, as she was under the Alpha's control, but if he died, it was an entirely different story.

Though subtle, Ingrid was intrigued by the change in expression and noticed the direction Morgana glanced at. There was no concern, only urgency, but not for her Alpha's safety, but yes, it felt the opposite.

Her senses have become more heightened with the advancement in cultivating, not only that, even though she is still an 18 year old on the outside, in reality, she has spent 50 years inside the secret room. Even though most of the time she stayed cultivated, one shouldn't ignore the years she lived inside. Mainly because she read several books by Lenore on many subjects related to the tower, among other subjects related to historical things.

Theoretical may not be as meaningful as practice, however, with theoretical knowledge, it becomes easier to learn in practice. What she was experiencing now was proof of that. She was almost 100% sure of the analysis she made of noticing Morgana's change.

'I'm in no hurry to finish this fight. Just as I want to improve my control and test my strength... If she wants to run away after the Alpha dies, I'll capture her and make her work for us for a few years...' Her mother, as well as her family, still needed it. climb the tower. Eventually, they would reach the 50th floor.

Ingrid couldn't always be on their side, but if she can get someone to do that, and if it's someone as strong as Morgana, that would be ideal. Of course, she couldn't trust someone like that, though, there are soul contracts, if she forced Morgana to sign one, there was nothing to worry about.

With that thought in mind, although she didn't let up as she returned to confrontation with Morgana, not very subtly she starts to attack, but not directly at vital points.

She had a beautiful pair of phoenix eyes. The edges of her eyes were long and narrow, Ingrid pulled away after a long confrontation. The edges of her eyes were slightly raised.

'She is quickly getting used to the fact that she doesn't have an arm. Also, I noticed that a little more than 10% of the arm has already been restored...' After this analysis, she returned to attack.

But there was still a valid doubt in Ingrid's mind. 'If she is captured, does she agree to sign an agreement to be a bodyguard?'

For Ingrid, it wasn't a bad deal, as, after a few years as a bodyguard, she would be free. However, whether Morgana would accept it or not was still uncertain.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

Not only Ingrid's trains of thought but everyone else's was broken.

When they looked in the direction of the massive explosion, what they saw shocked them to the core.

If there is such a thing as the palm of God, it could be something very similar to what they were seeing. Extravagantly, transcending the clouds, a gigantic hand slammed into the ground, causing the ground to take the shape of a palm.

The gigantic hand was as white as the cloud, sinking meters deep into the ground.

Far below the gigantic hand, you couldn't see what was underneath, but whatever it was, it was almost impossible for it to have survived.

In the air, with a cold and indifferent look, Luan floated. His serenity made enemies tremble involuntarily. Those who saw that he was to blame for such a commotion were so agitated and fearful that they wanted to run away, but their legs would not move.

Before the colossal hand was gone, roots popped out of the ground at the exact moment it disappeared. At the speed of light, these roots, which were as thick as broomsticks, captured 'something'.

As the curtain of sand disappeared, what they saw was Alpha Kevin being pulled by all four limbs, feet, arms, while blood dripped all over his body. Even someone like him with great vitality would take time to regenerate, however, he was terrified, he couldn't feel the energy of heaven and earth. Everything he had in his body before was used to defend himself against this absurd attack.

Never in all of his life has Alpha Kevin felt so much dread and fear. The shock was so great, he forgot the pain he was feeling as he shifted, trying to free himself.

Luan's cool, calm voice echoed: "Lenore, this is a gift from me to you. His blood has what it takes to break your bottleneck."

A little stunned, Lenore came to her senses and promptly replied, "Yes."