The person who recognized her didn’t speak loudly—his voice seemed especially faint on this chaotic battlefield—but the King of Yan still heard it.

Now he knew that Feng Miaojun, the Queen of New Xia, was here!

The King of Yan suddenly strode forward, pursuing her with a pace that showed even more urgency than when he had tried to stop the white ape from shaking the mountain.

When Feng Miaojun found herself fixed in his stare, she sensed trouble. Although she didn’t know why the King of Yan had suddenly targeted her, a smart woman doesn’t court obvious danger. As soon as he began to move, she turned and decisively plunged into the Xi army, making a swift escape!

The King of Yan abruptly accelerated his pursuit, raising his voice with spiritual power that split like spring thunder: “Yu Haizhen is dead! Men, take Yinggong City! Before dawn, I shall hold a victory banquet in the Upper City!”

His voice echoed throughout the mountain peaks, reverberating endlessly in the heavens and earth.

Even the State Preceptor had fallen! The Xi people were devastated by this news, their morale dropping to freezing point. The Yan soldiers, on the other hand, surged with military might, forcing their way across the land bridge with unstoppable momentum!

Feng Miaojun retreated with the Xi people, witnessing their complete disarray. She couldn’t help but sigh inwardly:

Xi Kingdom was finished.

The outcome of this war had probably been predetermined from the beginning. It had only been delayed again and again by determined individuals. Today, with Yu Haizhen’s fall, Xi Kingdom’s final hour had finally arrived.

Behind her, the King of Yan was getting closer and closer.

Feng Miaojun swam like a fish through the retreating crowd, her Xi Kingdom battle armor allowing her to disappear into the ocean of soldiers. But the King of Yan’s gaze never left her for even a breath, and he charged toward her in a straight line. Anyone in his path, whether intentionally or unintentionally, whether Xi people or Yan soldiers, was knocked twenty or thirty feet away by him.

The Xi people naturally recognized him and attacked him amid their cries of alarm, which gave Feng Miaojun a little more time.

Her speed through the Xi army became faster and faster, but she couldn’t relax.

The King of Yan wasn’t attacking Yinggong City but instead was fixated on chasing her—perhaps he wanted to settle accounts regarding the Nineteenth Prince? Prince Zhao Yun had been ordered by the King of Yan to secretly excavate the ruins of Yingshui City, the abandoned capital of the Haoli Empire. After several attempts, he ultimately fell into Yun Ya’s hands. But considering the situation at that time, the King of Yan most likely believed that Feng Miaojun had sent someone to kill him. Now that they met on this narrow path, he probably wouldn’t let her go.

This place was about to become Yan territory, and she couldn’t stay long. Moreover, the King of Yan still had accounts to settle with the “treacherous” Fu Lingchuan siblings, and she had just helped Yu Haizhen—the King of Yan wouldn’t want to let her go, would he?

She needed to run faster.

The civilian district of Yinggong City was just ahead.

The King of Yan’s voice had shaken the heavens, and the residents of Yinggong City weren’t deaf—how could they not hear? Having received the terrible news and seeing the troops outside collapsing like a landslide, the entire Yinggong City was in chaos, with crowds of people running frantically everywhere. The Xi army had crumbled—who would still obey the prohibition against going out on the streets?

Fortunately, no matter how powerful the King of Yan was, he was still just one person. She moved through the chaotic troops like a butterfly flitting among flowers. The Xi people all around her provided the best cover, making it extremely difficult for the King of Yan to catch up with her.

Two hours later, Feng Miaojun entered the city with the retreating soldiers and immediately darted through streets and alleys. During this process, she had already changed her appearance under the cover of night and alleyways and had also discarded two outer garments. Now, as she entered an ordinary civilian home, the enemy who had been pursuing her should not be able to recognize her.

Indeed, there was no one behind her. She slowed her pace, preparing to find an opportunity to rendezvous with Chen Dachang. With Xi Kingdom about to fall, they needed to withdraw quickly. However, as she was nearing the end of this dark alley, the shadow of a large tree ahead suddenly moved.

That movement was extremely subtle—others might have thought it was their imagination or merely the wind shaking the tree. But Feng Miaojun stopped and looked toward it with a grave expression.

Seeming to know that she wouldn’t come any closer, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows—it was the black-robed woman who had fought with her earlier!

“You can’t escape!” The black-robed woman pronounced each word separately, her voice hoarse as if she hadn’t spoken for a long time, and her accent was peculiar.

How had she seen through the disguise of the Shape-Changing Insect? At the same time, Feng Miaojun felt that sensation of being stared at by a fierce beast again.

She turned her head and saw the King of Yan, his eyes fixed on her like a tiger eyeing its prey.

Blocked by two of the world’s greatest masters, Feng Miaojun instead became calm, even smiling at the King of Yan: “Zhao Yun is not in my hands.”

The King of Yan nodded, but his expression remained unchanged: “Is that so?”

He spoke somewhat absentmindedly, giving Feng Miaojun the impression that he wasn’t as concerned about Zhao Yun’s safety or even his life as she had imagined.

So why had the King of Yan personally come after her? After spending enormous resources and manpower against Xi Kingdom, on the eve of victory, why didn’t he first take the Upper City of Yinggong?

Before her words had faded, the King of Yan stepped toward her, as if already impatient.

As soon as he moved, Feng Miaojun lightly tapped her toes and flew over the wall like a swallow, heading west with extremely nimble movements. She couldn’t handle even one King of Yan, let alone with the addition of a mysterious black-robed woman.

The King of Yan snorted. This young woman’s cultivation wasn’t weak, and she was as slippery as a loach—not easy to catch.

He also stepped forward in pursuit, but after just two steps, the black-robed woman said: “Wrong way, this way!”

She also began to move, but in the eastward direction, exactly opposite to where Feng Miaojun was headed. “Her soul flame is beautiful.”

The King of Yan raised an eyebrow but turned eastward without hesitation and gave chase. Few people dared to fool him, yet this Queen of New Xia had done so repeatedly. He didn’t know when she had set up this illusion formation; if he had directly pursued her westward, he would have fallen into her trap, moving further and further away from her true self.

One person fleeing, two people chasing—unknowingly, they had traveled more than twenty miles.

During this time, Feng Miaojun used deceptive techniques at least three times, all of which were seen through by the black-robed woman. However, her movements were truly nimble, and her anti-tracking methods were tricky. There were several times when the King of Yan was about to catch up with her, but at the last critical moment, she managed to escape again. If not for the black-robed woman’s extraordinary tracking ability, they would have lost her trail long ago.

When it came to escape techniques and supernatural abilities, few people knew more than Feng Miaojun.

After several such episodes, the King of Yan’s expression grew increasingly unpleasant—his temper had never been good, to begin with, and now, seeing that ahead was the cliff at the edge of the Lower City, with more and more fleeing soldiers and civilians, he knew that if she merged into the crowd, this pursuit would be a failure.

If he failed, it would be a great humiliation for him, and besides, her techniques and spiritual energy seemed somewhat familiar. The King of Yan’s thick eyebrows rose, fierce light flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he bit his tongue and spat out a mist of blood, once again saying “Slow!”

Feng Miaojun was still seventeen or eighteen hundred feet away from him, yet she felt her entire body stiffen as if walking through semi-solidified cement. Every movement faced enormous resistance, which greatly alarmed her. Looking at the civilians around her, she saw that their movements had also become more rigid.