"Who exactly are you? Why are you trying to harm me!" Trent Marsh followed closely behind Julius Reed, loudly questioning.

He hadn’t brought out those people from Gaochang Maze.

Indeed, Julius Reed’s words at that time shook Trent Marsh’s trust in Silvio Reed.

Silvio Reed’s guards were left inside the maze, and the elite Wolf Cavalry following Trent Marsh were Julius Reed’s.

Yet whether it was Silvio Reed’s guards or the elite Wolf Cavalry, they were ultimately someone else’s strength.

With them around, Trent Marsh always felt like someone was holding a knife against his throat, uncertain when this knife would slit his throat!

For now, Trent Marsh hadn’t obtained absolute evidence of Silvio Reed using him, so he wanted to lead half of Silvio Reed’s guards and half of the Wolf Cavalry to balance the two forces.

As long as the forces balanced, Trent Marsh, along with his loyal subordinates, would become the deciding power.

Ensuring the initiative remained in his hands.

But now, Silvio Reed’s guards had been slaughtered by Marcellus Lopez, and the remaining half was trapped inside the inner hall.

Unable to bring them out in time.

Trent Marsh’s only choice was to lead the Wolf Cavalry.

Gazing at the floating figure ahead, he was furious!

Yet he couldn’t catch up!

"You linger like a ghost, constantly appearing in my world. Kid, I’m going to kill you!"

Trent Marsh’s emotions gradually stabilized, transforming into anger!

His plan was completely disrupted!

Damn it, who on earth is this guy!

"I saved your life. You should, in theory, thank me." Julius Reed glanced at Trent Marsh, nearly free from danger, and instantly harnessed the power of wind!

Vanished atop Blood Sweat Ridge!

"Damn it!" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Trent Marsh gripped his knife, realized his target had disappeared, and had no choice but to continue running toward Obsidian.

Inside the cave, Marcellus Lopez gradually solidified his form, looking at his damaged armor, muttering to himself, "The one who can break my armor, this is the first. Who is he?"

...

At the stone gate leading from Obsidian to Blood Sweat Ridge.

Mr. Springs waited there with the Wolf Cavalry.

"Did you make the choice for him?"

Seeing Julius Reed step out, Mr. Springs smiled and asked, "I imagine this War God of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance must be furious by now, right?"

He was one of the few who knew Julius Reed’s true identity.

Volunteered to come beside Trent Marsh as well.

"No wonder you’re an advisor, you know exactly what I’m up to." Julius Reed nodded and said, "This Lord Theodore Marsh has quite the temper, so be a bit more lenient later."

"I’m used to it." Mr. Springs smiled slightly, very calmly, "There should already be movement on Silvio Reed’s end. I have a suggestion; I wonder what you think?"

"Feel free to speak." Julius Reed responded.

"The Western Cult has already made their appearance." Mr. Springs looked up at the sky, "Their power should not be underestimated. Using them against Silvio Reed might be a perfect choice."

"I had that thought, but the key issue now is I can’t find those from the cult. All I know is that a priest I’ve dealt with has always been with the Long family." Julius Reed frowned, temporarily unable to think of a good strategy.

"Simple. You just need to show disrespect to their God, and they’ll come to find you. But when you make your move, remember to wave Silvio Reed’s flag."

Mr. Springs said with a laugh, "Even God can’t protect them. What credibility do they have? If they can’t even protect themselves, how can they be expected to protect others?"

A nearby Wolf Cavalry captain couldn’t help but interject, "Mr. Springs, but if we do this, won’t Silvio Reed end up with a good reputation? In the current situation, reputation is the most valuable."

As soon as the captain finished speaking, the two burst into laughter.

"Master Reed, Mr. Springs, why are you laughing? Did I say something wrong?" The captain looked puzzled.

How could you possibly do good things for your enemy?

"If Master Reed defeats God under our name, it will reclaim a lot of prestige!"

Facing the captain’s doubt, Julius Reed shook his head and said, "You don’t understand. To destroy someone, you first make them a God. The higher the pedestal, the harder they fall."

"Indeed, watching him rise up from the ground, towering above." Mr. Springs pointed toward the distant land, "I want to see him crumble into ruins!"

The pain of losing his daughter froze Mr. Springs’ heart cold.

"Help me enlighten this Lord Theodore Marsh, and I’ll take care of the Western Cult issue now."

Julius Reed grabbed his knife, disappearing into Obsidian.

Not long after he left, Trent Marsh stormed out of Blood Sweat Ridge in rage.

"Darn it..."

Upon seeing Mr. Springs and the others, he began cursing.

"Wait, why am I starting to use foul language..." Trent Marsh quickly covered his mouth, grinning awkwardly, "What I meant to say earlier was that the horses inside were really nice. After all, Obsidian’s Blood Sweat Horses are second only to Mont Horses."

"Indeed, the Mont Horses are unparalleled in the world. Although the Blood Sweat Horses are quite famous, they are only inferior to the Mont Horses. So how was the harvest, Lord Marsh?" Mr. Springs laughed, while seated on his horse.

"Not very successful." Trent Marsh sighed, mounted his horse, and forcefully lashed a whip, "Let’s go, back to Drunken Man Pavilion!"

If Silvio Reed wasn’t dead, he would certainly show up.

Trent Marsh firmly believed that the Drunken Man Pavilion would be his chance to possibly meet Silvio Reed.

"With all due respect, Silvio Reed isn’t someone you can easily encounter." Mr. Springs followed behind, shouting, "If you want to meet Silvio Reed, you must endure, more so than him!"

"How do I endure?"

With the wind howling, Trent Marsh galloped fiercely, wanting to vent his frustration!

"If Silvio Reed really wants to use you as a pawn, then he surely can’t bear you doing nothing. As long as the Commander’s Seal is in hand, just keep watch at the next place; you’ll eventually meet the one who replaces you." Mr. Springs chased closely behind Trent Marsh.

His black garb and flowing black hair danced wildly in the wind, exuding the vibe of a fragile scholar.

Mr. Springs, the wise one, held wisdom in his eyes.

"But if Silvio Reed isn’t dead, it means he’s endured six or seven thousand years. How long will I have to wait if I wait?"

Trent Marsh felt incredibly frustrated and deflated.

Far too passive.

Ever since leaving the divine realm, he hadn’t held the initiative.

Repeatedly used by others, becoming the knife!

"This time, it won’t take long. Because someone will force Silvio Reed to act." Mr. Springs laughed loudly, "A showdown between master and disciple—just imagine, isn’t it intriguing!"

"You mean..." Trent Marsh halted his Mont Horse, turned his head to look at Mr. Springs, and couldn’t help but ask, "Are you sure?"

"I’m sure!" Mr. Springs nodded, "Moreover, I assure you, in no more than a month, at least a week, Silvio Reed’s shadow will appear. The Golden Cicada will be the first to emerge."

"You’re the advisor of Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, I trust you. Fine, if it’s just a month, I can wait!"

Trent Marsh urged his horse forward, galloping across the Obsidian plains, contemplating.

A month.

A month is enough time to accomplish many things.