It was late spring, and although cold, the Northernmost Wilderness was seeing great swaths of green spread across the grasslands, adding a touch of warmth and the spirit of spring to this icy world.
With a slight smile, Ye Yinzhu's eyes revealed a gentle light as he regarded Rutz, who had stopped in front of him, and asked, "Shall we begin here?"
Rutz nodded and said, "I want to make one thing clear, if you don't dare to fight me and take to the skies, then you have lost." He was very shrewd at times and had not forgotten how Ye Yinzhu and Anya had arrived at the Dwarves' domain. If Ye Yinzhu took flight, he would undoubtedly be invincible.
Ye Yinzhu looked at the Dwarf Clan Leader with an amused expression, nodded, and replied, "Fine, I won't fly. Let's begin."
Rutz flexed his arms vigorously, tapping his hammers together to produce a clear ringing tone, "Bring out your weapon, human."
