That creature was skilled at setting up illusion arrays. It was possible that outside, a fierce battle was raging, yet they couldn’t receive any information here.

Feng Miaojun felt a chill run down her back as if danger was rapidly approaching.

The Star Heaven Cone materialized in her hand as she said softly to Lu Ming: “It’s coming!”

As soon as she spoke, a gigantic blood-red mouth larger than a mountain cave suddenly appeared in the thick fog, ready to swallow everyone at once.

Any single fang in its mouth was bigger than Feng Miaojun’s entire body. Being bitten by this creature would likely mean certain death.

In this critical moment, Lu Ming suddenly clenched his fist, crushing the golden leaf in his palm to pieces!

Following that was a “snap” as the giant jiao’s massive mouth closed, upper teeth hitting lower teeth, making a bone-chilling sound.

However, everyone, including the creature itself, knew that this bite had caught nothing.

In that split second, its prey had suddenly vanished from their original position, teleporting to the ice surface five zhang away. Though the distance wasn’t far, it was enough to avoid this extremely dangerous strike.

This supernatural ability was called “Moving Flowers Connecting Wood,” extremely useful for escaping within short distances.

Feng Miaojun had even watched the giant mouth closing right before her eyes.

The crisis sharpened her senses, and she noticed that the creature’s ferocious teeth gleamed with a faint silver light. The jiao’s teeth were naturally white, but unless one was this close, no one would notice that each sharp tooth was tipped with silver. Those hundreds of fangs were like hundreds of giant silver daggers, serrated on both sides—being stabbed by them would leave no chance of survival.

Is this what they called being “armed to the teeth”?

But for a majestic white jiao to have a mouthful of silver teeth, the level of prestige instantly dropped too low, not matching her aesthetic standards.

The white jiao turned its head and swung its tail, about to attack again, when suddenly three muffled explosions sounded from its abdomen.

The sound was like rolling thunder, with howling winds that shook the barrier nearly to collapse. From Lu Ming’s angle, he could immediately see the red light and black mist emanating from inside the white jiao’s thick body.

Something had exploded inside Jiao’s body.

Lu Ming couldn’t help looking at Feng Miaojun, who shrugged at him and opened her hand.

In her fair, delicate palm lay an explosion gu.

“Still missing one,” she said. Just before Lu Ming had teleported everyone away, she had thrown three explosion gu, landing them precisely in the monster’s mouth. They were too close, so she didn’t dare use the mountain-shaking gu, lest she perish as well.

The white jiao let out a long cry, rolled on the ground twice, and then with a flick of its tail, plunged back into the thick fog.

“Is it dead?” She wasn’t certain. No demon could cultivate its belly, could it? After three consecutive explosions, wouldn’t its internal organs be destroyed?

But would the giant Jiao blocking the army’s advance be killed so directly by her explosives? She couldn’t be sure.

After waiting for quite a while, the surroundings remained silent, with only the howling of the strong wind.

Lu Ming said with a solemn expression: “Let’s go find a way to reunite with Master Yun Ya…”

As soon as he spoke, the mist next to Feng Miaojun parted, and a small figure unexpectedly sprang out, its sharp sword aiming straight for her throat!

Her reaction was lightning-fast. The Star Heaven Cone blocked the strike and deflected the sword. With a subtle “ding” and sparks flying, the attacker’s slender sword broke.

This was her first time using the Star Heaven Cone against an enemy. She hadn’t expected it to be so powerful that it could slice through someone else’s magical weapon. Feng Miaojun herself was slightly stunned, but it didn’t prevent her from pressing her advantage.

She had memorized countless disorganized supernatural techniques in the Yanha Tower, practicing them after forming her internal elixir, but lacked experience in life-or-death battles. Now, surrounded by danger and facing an attacker exuding murderous intent, this was her first time fighting an outsider with her life at stake. She truly needed to be fully alert, and not allow any mistakes.

Her opponent found her attacks increasingly fierce and tricky, and combined with her seemingly invincible magical weapons, they were difficult to counter. Fearing prolonged combat, he quickly chanted several incantations and threw out a small net.

The net, originally only as large as a spider’s web, expanded upon contact with the wind. Each strand glowed with a faint yellow light as it descended to envelop everyone.

This was another powerful magical artifact that, though consuming enormous spiritual power, could capture opponents in one fell swoop.

Before Lu Ming and the others could react, a figure suddenly appeared before them.

This tall, straight-backed silhouette looked familiar. He reached out his hand and spoke in a voice even more familiar to Feng Miaojun: “Retract.”

The giant net that was about to envelop everything suddenly reverted to a small spider web and fell into his hand.

Feng Miaojun immediately felt relieved:

Yun Ya had arrived.

She couldn’t explain why this man made her feel so secure, as if with him present, there was no need to worry about any danger.

She attributed this to Yun Ya’s formidable combat strength, and people’s natural tendency to rely on the strong.

Yun Ya’s action astonished both sides.

Had the State Preceptor become so powerful that he could command even an enemy’s magical artifact? Lu Ming looked at the small net in his hand and suddenly exclaimed: “Th-that’s not…”

“Don’t you recognize who he is?” After Yun Ya spoke, he strode toward the short figure. The latter assumed a fighting stance, but Yun Ya sharply commanded: “Qing Hun, stop!”

The person paused, hesitating momentarily, which allowed Yun Ya to approach with ghost-like speed and slap him across the face: “How blind you are!”

This scene left even Feng Miaojun stunned. The person who had been slapped staggered back several steps before absorbing the force, and when he turned his head, he exclaimed in surprise: “State Preceptor!”

Oh? If he addressed Yun Ya as “State Preceptor,” then he wasn’t the River God.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

But at that moment, a cultivator behind Lu Ming, while still appearing shocked, suddenly moved his right sleeve, swiftly pressing toward Lu Ming’s back!

His figure was blocked by Lu Ming, and the movement was so subtle that others could hardly notice. There was a faint glow from his sleeve—if the attack landed, Lu Ming would either die or be gravely injured.

Then came a flash of cold light.

But it wasn’t Lu Ming being stabbed through the heart; instead, the attacker’s outstretched hand was severed at the elbow!

The person who struck was Feng Miaojun.

Yun Ya’s arrival and Qing Hun’s reaction made her understand one thing: everyone had fallen into an illusion array set by the River God. This short attacker was one of their own, but the illusion array had changed his appearance, making him look completely different from everyone else.

In Qing Hun’s eyes, their group probably appeared as monsters and demons, which was why he had attacked so fiercely.

The question now was, since the intense battle just now had been allies fighting allies, where was the real River God?

After setting up such an elaborate illusion array, it must be seeking some benefit.

Understanding this, Feng Miaojun listened to Yun Ya scolding Qing Hun, but her attention wasn’t on what was happening in front. Instead, she focused on the surrounding movements and indeed noticed something unusual behind Lu Ming.