Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

puff!

A chilling thud echoed through the air.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jingliu dodged the attack by turning to the side. His right hand, with its five fingers forming a claw, pierced through Bu Liren's chest with an extremely sharp force.

The scalding wolf blood instantly soaked her entire arm, but it couldn't melt away the coldness in her eyes.

Bu Liren roared in pain, wildly swinging his claws in an attempt to retaliate, but Jing Liu grabbed him with his left hand and pulled him off, severing his entire forelimb.

The next moment, a scene that chilled the surrounding wolves to the bone unfolded.

Jingliu unleashed an extremely savage power, lifting Buliren, who weighed several times her own weight, high into the air!

Immediately afterwards, the five fingers exerted force, gripping the other person's sternum and flesh tightly.

laugh!

The cracking sound of muscle fibers snapping and the sound of bones separating came at the same time, and blood rained down on the earth, the pungent smell of blood inciting frenzy.

The Moon-Eating Step, known for his formidable close-quarters combat skills, was torn in two by her.

The stark white broken bones were exposed to the air, while dark red internal organs mixed with bits of flesh were scattered all over the ground.

The several Bu Li people who were about to pounce on him stared blankly at the figure standing amidst the corpses and wreckage, covered in blood but with an indifferent expression.

Shocked by this, fear overcame their bloodthirsty instincts, and they instinctively retreated.

Jingliu casually flicked away the bits of flesh clinging to his fingertips, his blood-stained, icy-white hair clinging tightly to his cheeks.

She slowly raised her face, which was covered in sticky bloodstains, her pupils were frighteningly red, and she exuded an aura more brutal than that of a wolf soldier.

So what if I don't have a sword?

A killing intent that cannot be extinguished by fear, a fighting spirit that cannot be shaken by death.

Jing Liu finally understood what Qi Zhimu had left unsaid when he said those words to her back then.

Everyone faces desperate situations; on the battlefield, life and death hang in the balance.

Once fear takes hold of your heart, death is all that awaits you.

The Cloud Cavalry must not let their weapons fall out of their hands, but the battlefield is ever-changing, and no one can guarantee that they will never be out of their hands.

At that time, the only thing people can rely on is their own will.

As long as the killing intent remains undiminished and the fighting spirit remains unshaken, everything can be used as a sword to pierce the enemy's body.

However, the deterrent effect was ultimately short-lived.

For these bloodthirsty monsters, the tragic death of their own kind not only failed to extinguish their ferocity, but the thick, overwhelming stench of blood permeated the air, completely igniting their rage.

Accompanied by the howls of wolves, many Bu Li people entered a state of frenzy and charged fearlessly towards Jing Liu and the Cloud Cavalry.

The battle has begun again.

There was no testing, only a fight to the death.

Without their weapons, the Cloud Cavalry struggled against the beast tide, and their defenses were on the verge of collapse.

Only the area where Jingliu resided became one of the few forbidden zones in this purgatory.

She could no longer hear her comrades' battle cries, roars, or even screams.

At this moment, she was even more frantic than Bu Liren.

Faced with claws and fangs coming from all directions, Jingliu would dodge if he could, and if he couldn't dodge, he would trade blows for blows, risking his life for his life.

The man who bit through her shoulder had his brains splattered the next second.

The claws ripped open her abdomen, but she didn't even flinch. Instead, she grabbed the other person's arm and ripped it off, skin and bone, before stabbing it into his vital spot.

No one expected that Jingliu's deep, bone-revealing wounds would stop bleeding, scab over, and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although his physical strength was rapidly depleted and his face, covered in blood, grew increasingly pale, his movements did not slow down much.

laugh--

Another crisp sound.

Jingliu tore a wolf soldier who had ambushed him in mid-air, leaving him covered in blood.

The countless severed limbs and broken arms at my feet had already piled up into a small mountain.

She stood atop the mountain of corpses, and any enemy who stepped into her attack range would be instantly torn to pieces.

One person actually managed to hold half of the flank defense zone!

However, mortals have their limits.

Her flesh and blood could not sustain her in the fight.

That frantic healing speed comes at a price; it drains the patient's energy and even life.

In the midst of the fierce battle, time gradually lost its presence.

Perhaps an hour has passed, or perhaps only an incense stick has burned.

Jingliu felt his limbs gradually becoming heavy, and his lungs felt like they were being filled with molten iron, each breath accompanied by excruciating pain.

In the crimson world before my eyes, the enemy's figures began to overlap, turning into blurry, bloody afterimages.

The pile of corpses beneath his feet slipped, causing Mirror Flow's stance to momentarily freeze.

Bu Liren, who had been lurking for a long time, seized the opportunity and pounced, opening his huge, foul-smelling mouth with fangs strong enough to crush alloy, aiming straight for Jing Liu's slender neck.

Too close, too fast.

Jingliu instinctively wanted to raise his hand, but found that his limbs could not keep up with his brain's commands, and felt incredibly heavy.

The shadow of death completely enveloped her at that moment.

Is this how it's going to end?

Looking at the ferocious wolf's maw that was rapidly enlarging in his pupils, Jingliu's eyes flashed with resentment.

She did not regret dying in battle, only regretted not being able to wait for her master's approval, and hated her own weakness, unable to repay her master's kindness in teaching her.

However, the expected death did not come.

A streak of light descended from the sky, tearing through the lush green canopy that blotted out the sun, and also ripping open the thick blood mist that permeated the battlefield.

The figure crashed heavily in front of Jingliu, and a terrifying shockwave erupted from the point of impact.

The Bu Li Ren who was about to bite off Jing Liu's neck didn't even have time to scream before it exploded into a cloud of blood mist under this immense pressure.

The shockwave rippled and sent everyone within a radius of tens of meters flying.

Jingliu suddenly opened his eyes.

The familiar, chilling aura completely dispelled the nauseating, bloody smell that filled the air.

Through the blurred vision, a cold yet reassuring figure came into view.

"Master... Father..."

Jing Liu's voice was as faint as a whisper, and his legs suddenly went weak, causing him to kneel on the ground.

Qi Zhimu didn't look behind him; his fist slammed into the mountain of flesh and blood piled up in the abyss!

In an instant, the earth trembled!

An invisible wave spread at the speed of light, enveloping an area of ​​hundreds of miles!

All the monstrous corpses, flesh and blood, and even the living Bu Li people within the area were instantly reduced to ashes, leaving no trace of their physical tissues.

The battlefield fell silent in an instant.

The surviving Cloud Cavalrymen all looked bewildered, not understanding why the enemy had suddenly turned to ash.

When Qinghan and Mianxue arrived at the battlefield in their Divine Wind Ship through the breach in the forest, they witnessed this scene and were deeply shocked.

They had seen Qi Zhimu's methods before, but they had never seen such terrifying destructive power before.

They could clearly sense the barely concealed anger emanating from Qi Zhimu.

"All troops, listen to my command: retreat and rest."

Qi Zhimu's voice echoed throughout the mountains and forests, reaching the ears of every surviving Cloud Rider.

Not everyone can recognize him, but that unique aura belonging to the Immortal Ship people is unmistakable.

Finally... we held out until reinforcements arrived!

Qi Zhimu withdrew his fist, turned around, and looked down at Jing Liu.

A complex glint flashed in his eyes, but in the end, only coldness remained.

With a loose grasp of his five fingers, a long sword appeared in his palm, which he then tossed in front of Jingliu.

"stand up."