"Who are you, witch? How do you know about our Ghost Martial Tribe's matters?"

Outside the mountain, these fully armed people felt fear and worry.

The woman in front of them was incredibly sinister.

Right from the start, she revealed the secrets of their Ghost Martial Tribe.

Some among them were merely fringe members of the Ghost Martial Tribe and were completely unaware of this matter.

But the high-ranking members of the Ghost Martial Tribe were utterly shocked upon hearing about it.

When did the secrets of the Ghost Martial Tribe become common knowledge?

"I told you, time is limited. If you miss it, you'll never get it," Eliezer Pine's attitude was extremely uncompromising, giving the Ghost Martial Tribe little time to think.

"If what you say is true, hand over what you're holding now." Someone pointed at the head in Eliezer Pine's hand and ordered.

"You think you can? A nobody coming out of nowhere dares talk to me like this." There was contempt in Eliezer Pine's eyes, a nobility that was innate, not a facade.

"You dare insult me?" The one being insulted was a young man of decent standing in the Ghost Martial Tribe; having been accustomed to doing as he pleased, he was immediately enraged upon being addressed in this manner.

"Get the situation straight. Now you're surrounded by us! Today, not only what you're holding, but you yourself are ours!"

After speaking, he waved his hand.

The people behind him were eager to act.

"Dare to come, which means I'm sure I can leave!" A look of disgust flashed in Eliezer Pine's eyes. "When did Lillian Tompson raise this group of useless people! Little Wood, kill him!"

"Haha! Kill me?" The man was first stunned, then laughed, "In front of me is the security squad of the Ghost Martial Tribe, and you two delusionally think..."

Before he finished speaking, the man's expression changed.

His eyes suddenly began to frost over!

Soon after, his entire body was covered with frost.

In less than five seconds, he was completely frozen.

Snap!

Elaenor Wood snapped her fingers.

The once-confident fellow instantly shattered into a pile of ice shards.

"Alright, time's up, let's go..." Eliezer Pine was about to finish her sentence when she saw someone approaching from afar.

A familiar face.

Too familiar.

Centuries of day and night interactions.

Once good sisters.

"Sister." Lillian Tompson led the Ghost Martial Tribe elders, stopping thirty meters away from Eliezer Pine.

"Years haven't changed your radiance. So? Is he your beloved? He doesn't look too bad."

They didn't discuss the head of Pruitt Wilde nor past grudges; it appeared to be a casual chat.

Very close.

But Elaenor Wood knew that if the two really fought, it would be nearly to the death.

Indeed, women are too deceitful.

So deceitful it frightened Elaenor Wood.

"Yes, he is my beloved. Although not as exceptional as yours, at least he belongs to me and is willing to stay by my side. And you can only pine and fantasize. You are destined never to have Julius Reed," Eliezer Pine didn't care about Lillian Tompson's attitude and spoke straightforwardly.

"Sister, this doesn't seem like you. I remember you took great care of us at Demarco Mount. Why such a poor attitude now?" Lillian Tompson asked with a smile.

Until now, she hadn't mentioned the head in Eliezer Pine's hand.

It seemed like she didn't care.

"I just can't stand you three fools arguing over nothing. Lillian Tompson, you are not smart. Alright, back to the point, do you want this head or not?" Eliezer Pine now exuded a regal elegance, like a queen.

In fact, she truly was the true ruler of Demarco Mount now.

Throughout, Elaenor Wood only intervened once and remained silent for the rest of the time.

Just watching quietly.

"Coincidentally, I also have a head, given to me by the Lord. Eliezer Pine, should I believe the Lord or you?"

Lillian Tompson put away her smile and spoke seriously.

She had received something from Julius Reed, but its authenticity was always under debate among the council of elders.

And now, with Eliezer Pine throwing this into the mix, the Ghost Martial Tribe was further confused.

Nominally, Eliezer Pine was the current true master of Demarco Mount.

While Julius Reed, had not returned to Demarco Mount for many years.

Moreover, Pruitt Wilde and the Lord were ancient enemies!

Would someone willingly aid their arch-enemy?

The Ghost Martial Tribe's council of elders always disagreed.

Recently, there had been unexpected breakthroughs in resurrecting Pruitt Wilde.

In other words, various factions brought pieces of scattered limbs, and now all they were missing was this head.

"If you do not believe me, there is nothing I can do. I can only tell you, this is real," Eliezer Pine did not want to speak further.

Evidently, the Lord's move was a bit treacherous.

Eliezer Pine's plan was somewhat hindered.

"Young lady, the Saintess says you are the current master of Demarco Mount. Can you tell us why you are sending it back?" An elder tottered out, staring at Eliezer Pine, trying to discern something from her murky eyes.

But unfortunately, he saw nothing.

"Simple, I need you to resurrect Pruitt Wilde to help restrain Julius Reed. With my abilities, thinking of restraining him now is like daydreaming," Eliezer Pine did not hide her intentions. "I'm not foolish enough to think I can replace the Lord."

Once she said this, the Ghost Martial Tribe fell silent.

They were also contemplating.

This was indeed an issue.

Various factions sent scattered limbs of Pruitt Wilde back simultaneously, out of goodwill?

It was clearly to use the Ghost Martial Tribe to restrain Julius Reed.

But the problem was, they seemed to have no choice.

As for whether Pruitt Wilde would choose to continue his vendetta after resurrection, that was unknown.

Compared to all these, as long as they could resurrect their ancestor, everything was worthwhile.

"Alright, we believe you!" An elder stepped forward, pointing at Eliezer Pine, "What are the terms?"

"I want her!" Eliezer Pine pointed at Lillian Tompson. "Give her to me, and the head is yours. According to what I know, at the normal pace, you can resurrect Pruitt Wilde within a month."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Ghost Martial Tribe fell into a difficult choice.

They seemed to have no way to refuse this enticing deal.

A Saintess could be found again, but resurrecting the ancestor, that's something they had dreamed of for millennia.

In the face of significant issues, all sacrifices were worth it.

"Seize her!" Elder Marsh suddenly smashed his cane down!

A group of people, seemingly prepared, rushed up swiftly, directly restraining Lillian Tompson!

Lillian Tompson did not resist.

She only wore an expression of desolation.

She could abandon everything for the Ghost Martial Tribe, and is this the result?

Or was the initial choice wrong?

"Split open the head Lillian Tompson brought! The true ancestor's remains are unbreakable!"

Not long after the elder spoke, someone walked over with the head that was split open.

Inside the head was a note.

"Touch her, and I will wipe out your tribe."

Seeing this note, the elder's pupils contracted sharply, angirly shouting, "Hand her over! Lillian Tompson, from today, you and our Ghost Martial Tribe are clear of grudges! Whether dead or alive, it's none of our business!"

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