Chapter 3049 - 62: Forward or Backward?

Chapter 3049: Chapter 62: Forward or Backward?

The Ice Bear looked up at the long rift, its eyes showing intense alertness.

What a terrifying sound!

Although it didn’t know what was happening, the intuition from the Big Wizard and the depths of its bloodline told it that danger was coming, not just a simple ice field collapse or other natural disaster, but some greater and more deadly danger.

Compared to the Ice Bear, the Tiber Dragon saw more.

Its gaze passed through the thick ice layer and the howling snowstorm, across the endless ice field, and landed on two black dots. The larger black dot was a fierce beast resembling a tiger or leopard, bowing its head and walking silently; the smaller black dot was a Wizard in a white cloak, his face hidden under a wide hood, with a Yellow Flowered Cat seemingly perched on his shoulder.

The cat looked somewhat familiar.

The wind on the ice field was fierce and brutal.

Landing on that cloak, it seemed to become a tame Gouzi, cautiously lifting the edge of the cloak so that it gently floated up one corner, not touching the ice and snow on the ground, and no cold wind dared to enter the cloak to run wild. Behind the slightly raised cloak, two neat, bold script letters were outlined in black — Order.

Order!

The Tiber Dragon’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Just realizing what this word meant, he saw the hood flip upward, revealing a handsome young face, showing him a grin.

The white teeth against the boundless ice field emitted a bone-chilling cold sensation.

Boom!

The bronze pocket watch suspended in mid-air fell heavily into the roaring black river, stirring up a splash like a waterfall, with a thunderous sound.

The Ice Bear hadn’t had time to complain before it heard the sound of the ice field above twisting and transforming become clearer and louder, accompanied by a series of explosive sounds, the sky above the black river suddenly brightened, and then suddenly darkened.

It brightened because the originally long and narrow rift was forcibly pried open by a pair of giant hands, and the light from the ice field fell down, illuminating this world that had been silent in darkness for a long time. Enormous chunks of fractured ice, like hills, peeled off and fell from the sides of the Iceberg, sliding down through the gap between those giant hands.

It darkened because the owner of those hands blocked his head at the just pried open entrance, peering in, his huge eyeballs slightly rotating, seemingly allowing the Ice Bear to hear the clear sound of ’rattle’.

The entire world shook with that ’rattle’ sound.

"— Ah, it’s Captain Iceberg, sorry, didn’t know you were here, sorry for disturbing you."

That enormous face, practically covering half the sky, very politely apologized to the tiny white bear below, like an ant, and simply explained: "The relevant department is handling things, please make way."

The Ice Bear said nothing.

It clutched its head, turned tail, and ran.

Regardless of whether it recognized the way or not, it just ran blindly away from the direction of the Tiber Dragon. Behind it, there was the faint sound of rumbling, it seemed that big face said something again. It blocked its ears, not curious at all.

The sharp ice edges below the ice abyss left deep blood marks on its body, and the huge ice chunks falling occasionally made it dizzy, its bones broken unknown times, it dared not recklessly use magic power, relying only on its tough skin and thick flesh, stubbornly, blindly running away.

Are you kidding!

It’s just a small Big Wizard.

How or why would it get involved in a legendary level battle?

Although that handsome face blocking the ice abyss entrance was enlarged countless times, it recognized who it was at a glance — any high-level wizard with a bit of background wouldn’t be unfamiliar with that face.

The whirlpool — or rather, ’Tiber Dragon’ — is finished!

This was the second thought flashing through Captain Iceberg’s mind. An old adversary tangled for hundreds of years was finished just like that, yet there was not much joy, his mood very complicated.

...

...

Unlike Captain Iceberg, who still had the mind for random thoughts at this moment.

The Tiber Dragon now had none of the arrogance it displayed earlier in front of that Ice Bear, resembling a frightened quail, desperately struggling, wanting to escape this ice cave.

Even if it knew this struggle was futile.

It curled its body tightly, its green-black scales became somewhat translucent due to overloaded magic power, emitting a mottled, ancient aura, as if in an instant, transforming from a living creature into a bronze relic buried underground for countless years. Its curled body formed the case, its inhaling and exhaling gathered into a dial, on the blurred dial jumping numbers flickered, dragon claws turned into three unequal length hands, attempting to grasp those jumping numbers.

Click!

The longest dragon claw succeeded first, pressed down a number ’three’, meaning it snatched three seconds from the river of time and destiny. No matter how it used these three seconds, it was allowed by the Law.

Without the slightest hesitation, it cast these three seconds into the ’past’, trying to rewind time three seconds.

The extra three seconds allowed it to trigger a few more claw flicks — the other two slightly shorter claws reacted slowly, couldn’t press the numbers, so the extra claw flicks still pressed ’seconds’.

Two seconds, five seconds, three seconds.

A perfect ten seconds more in the past!

At this pace, persisting a little longer, it could rewind time thirty seconds, or even a minute! One minute, enough for it to escape this world before those giant hands pried open the ice abyss entrance!

For a moment, the Tiber Dragon seemed to see the hope of survival.

Until a curious voice reached its ears.

"— Is it the front or back?"

This question was asked by Zheng Qing to Yellow Flowered Cat.

He wasn’t asking about the positional relationship between the Flower Cat and himself, nor about the tactical arrangement during hunting, but was inquiring about the Tiber Dragon’s choice: did it choose to head into the future, or escape back to the past.

"It’s the back!"

Yellow Flowered Cat looked somewhat annoyed at the translucent sphere before it. Inside the sphere, the Tiber Dragon, resembling a pocket watch, hovered in the center, around it water splashes gathered, ice chunks levitated, time visibly rewound — but all the rewinding was confined within this translucent sphere.

This was the ’Four Symbols Heaven and Earth’ constructed by four legendary figures, equivalent to replicating a small fragment of the world’s reflection out of nowhere. Used to deal with the Tiber Dragon skilled in Time Magic, couldn’t be more appropriate.

"— I should have guessed, since it’s been pretending to be dead here for four years, it couldn’t have the courage to face the future... only think about returning to the past, escaping the current predicament!"

Yellow Flowered Cat grumbled, appearing bad-tempered.

"So did I win?"

The first voice immediately became cheerful: "Then, the task of going in to catch it is up to you... be careful not to damage its scales, I think those runes on them have good research value!"