She was a female soldier dressed in Xi army uniform. Not short in stature, slender in build, but with quite ordinary features—only her eyes were startlingly bright.
No one recognized her, neither Yu Haizhen nor the Yan King.
This woman swooped like a falcon toward Yu Haizhen’s rear and said just one word to her:
“Go!”
With the Yan King’s oppressive energy no longer pressing down, Yu Haizhen instead coughed up a mouthful of blood. Ignoring this completely, she immediately took a large step diagonally forward, striking at the Yan King’s face while commanding the Devouring Demon Vines to desperately entangle both opponents.
The one who came to her rescue was, of course, Feng Miaojun.
She had not stood idly by watching the battle but had activated her blank illusion formation to infiltrate the battlefield at an opportune moment, managing to save Yu Haizhen’s life at the critical moment. Glancing at the black blood Yu Haizhen had spit out, she inwardly exclaimed that this was bad—the great State Preceptor had not only suffered injuries to her heart and lungs but had also been poisoned severely.
But she could not spare a hand to save Yu Haizhen. Now she saw the ambusher who had injured Yu Haizhen from behind—wrapped in black clothes with a thin, slender figure, but with a face as white as paper, eyes tilted upward with murderous intent—surprisingly, also a woman!
Her nails were black and sharp like eagle talons, with blood droplets still dripping from them. As Feng Miaojun pounced, she fearlessly met the challenge. With several light “clinks,” the two exchanged more than ten moves in the blink of an eye.
Both women excelled in agile movement techniques. Bystanders could only see two blurry shadows alternating swiftly, shifting unpredictably. To Feng Miaojun, this opponent’s strength was shockingly great—if she closed her eyes, she would have thought she was wrestling with the giant armored beast from earlier. Even more strangely, when the opponent’s claws locked with her Star Sky Awl, the true qi surging over could erode Feng Miaojun’s spiritual power!
What kind of monster was this?
Feng Miaojun suddenly widened her eyes and simultaneously unleashed the dual energies of cold and fire from her dantian. The opponent was abruptly struck by the spiritual power of two opposing properties, startling her and leaving her somewhat unable to withstand it. Only then did she retreat several steps and look the new enemy up and down.
Feng Miaojun now noticed that her irises were small, with the whites of her eyes more prominent, and her pupils remained dilated without change.
This was not normal.
Living creatures’ pupils can contract or expand to regulate the amount of light entering—cat eyes, for example, are extreme in this regard. But on this chaotic battlefield, there had been at least two flashes of dazzling strong light, yet this woman’s pupils remained motionless like those of a dead thing, making her gaze appear extremely deep.
At this moment, the Devouring Demon Vines rushed forward on command. Black energy suddenly swirled around the Yan King’s body—no one knew what trick he was employing, but when the vines touched this black energy, they immediately shriveled, losing all fighting capability. Then, the black smoke expanded in all directions, threatening to kill all the vines.
While battling Yu Haizhen, the Yan King kept his eyes fixed on Feng Miaojun, asking word by word: “Who are you!”
This woman’s cultivation was extraordinary, certainly no ordinary person.
Feng Miaojun’s last direct encounter with him had been in Yan Capital when she had borrowed the appearance of the false Princess Changle. But at that time, her cultivation was insufficient to appreciate the Yan King’s terrifying nature. Today, facing him directly, she felt his aura was as deep as an abyss, as oppressive as a prison, giving one the sense of facing a mountain—immovable. Those with shallow cultivation might be frightened to death by a single glance from him.
People praised him as having the highest cultivation in the North and South Continents, and for good reason.
Feng Miaojun opened her mouth, but rather than answering him, she called out to Yu Haizhen: “Watch out!” As she spoke, a Star Sky Awl flew from her hand, aiming straight at Yu Haizhen’s face!
Yu Haizhen was still gritting her teeth in battle with the Yan King. The black-clothed woman’s poison was severe, and with her heart and lung injuries, even though she had managed to close her meridians, she felt waves of darkness before her eyes and weakness throughout her body. But given the current situation, how could she retreat? From the corner of her eye, she glimpsed Feng Miaojun’s flying weapon and merely tilted her head slightly. The awl tip brushed past her temple hair, followed by a “clink” sound.
There was still a living creature behind her!
Yu Haizhen was startled. After barely avoiding the Yan King’s attack, she looked back and felt cold sweat seeping from her back.
A huge black python had somehow stealthily approached, its body almost as thick as the great pillars of a temple. This creature excelled at ambush—when it lunged at Yu Haizhen, there was not even the slightest warning. With the female State Preceptor poisoned, her six senses no longer as keen as before, and her attention focused on the Yan King, she had nearly fallen prey to it!
Fortunately, Feng Miaojun had anticipated the enemy with remarkable accuracy. This awl struck directly against the giant snake’s fangs as they opened, instantly breaking the fang in two. The giant python was also jolted backward by this force, allowing Yu Haizhen to escape disaster.
The Yan Kingdom had the highest number of cultivators in the North and South Continents, with the exact figure still uncounted. Hidden dragons and crouching tigers abounded there, so it was not surprising to find a few peerless masters. This black python was over thirty zhang (hundred meters) long, appearing to have at least seven or eight hundred years of cultivation. Its blackish scales did not reflect light, with only a few bright white ring patterns around its neck.
After its first strike failed, it recoiled and continued to trouble Yu Haizhen. Its body was flexible, able to launch attacks from any angle. Yu Haizhen, dealing with both it and the Yan King simultaneously, immediately found herself in a perilous situation.
Feng Miaojun, originally engaged in close combat with the black-clothed woman, somehow produced a silver whip and forced the black-clothed woman back three steps with two swift strikes. She moved to the giant python’s side, aiming for its eyes while shouting angrily: “Leave quickly!”
Seeing the enemy’s powerful experts appearing one after another while their own had not yet arrived, Yu Haizhen also knew that today’s greater situation was lost, and her continued presence here was meaningless. So she disengaged and began to retreat.
How could the Yan King allow them to come and go as they pleased? He laughed: “Just stay!” Suddenly releasing his spear, he pulled out a chain and directed it at Yu Haizhen. His close-combat style carried a fierce and domineering intent. Yu Haizhen felt his power suddenly surge by another two-tenths, as if she were standing next to the eye of a storm, feeling unsteady on her feet.
No one had ever fully understood the Yan King’s cultivation level—he concealed his true abilities deeply. Today it appeared that his cultivation far surpassed hers.
After barely blocking two attacks, Yu Haizhen felt sweetness in her throat and finally couldn’t help but vomit two more mouthfuls of blood. In such an earth-shaking battle, her blood circulation was too rapid, and she could no longer suppress the severe poison with her cultivation.
With these two mouthfuls of blood, her vision darkened as the poison seized the opportunity to attack her heart meridian!
This was bad. Feng Miaojun, single-handedly fighting both the black-clothed woman and the giant python, also found herself struggling, especially as the black-clothed woman could move through the earth, coordinating with the python to attack unpredictably—truly difficult to handle.
Both monsters were treacherous and vicious, stopping at nothing in their attacks.
Just as the Yan King made another move, Yu Haizhen finally missed blocking a strike and was heavily hit across her right shoulder by the chain. She immediately let out a muffled groan and stepped back twice. The Yan King laughed loudly as the chain wrapped around her head. If she were firmly bound, her slender neck would snap with a crisp sound.
In this critical moment, just as Feng Miaojun was about to throw her Star Sky Awl at the enemy, a figure suddenly emerged from the dust behind the Yan King, rushing forward with tremendous force.
The Yan King, with his keen ears and eyes, turned around to see the Zhi from earlier opening its bloody maw to bite him.