The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

"Don't move."

Narancia stopped in her tracks.

She carried Jiang Chen on her back, her bare feet treading on the moss-covered rocks without making a sound.

It was very quiet around.

The chilling aura that could freeze one's bones was fading, replaced by a warmth emanating from Nalanjia, like the warmth of the sun.

She lifted Jiang Chen up a little, and his long, silver hair, which reached his ankles, slid down with gravity, obscuring most of Jiang Chen's face.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Ruoye gripped the broken half of the knife in her hand, forcibly suppressing the sharp pain coming from her knee, and looked around warily.

We are now less than 300 meters from the cave entrance.

Once we break through, using the primeval forest outside and Junyao's Gu techniques, shaking off our pursuers shouldn't be a problem.

My heart is racing.

Nalanjia lowered his head, resting his chin on Jiang Chen's shoulder, his voice muffled: "The black thing inside him is biting him."

The "black thing" she was referring to was the Immortal-Slaying Curse.

Although the drop of true dragon blood was there to suppress him, Jiang Chen had overexerted himself too much. At this moment, he was like a porcelain bottle full of cracks, which would shatter at the slightest touch.

"What should we do then?"

Shen Suxin leaned against the rock wall, her white hair damp with sweat and clinging to her cheeks.

"I have to restore his light."

Nalanjia frowned, a hint of irritation flashing in his eyes, which were filled with only white light.

She didn't want to stop.

It was too dirty here, full of mud and the stench of decay; she didn't want to stay a second longer.

But if the man on her back died, she didn't want to live anymore.

Nalanjia slowly squatted down, his movements careful, as if he were placing a rare treasure on the ground.

She sat cross-legged and placed her hands on Jiang Chen's chest.

"Sizzle—"

A pure, milky-white halo emanated from her palm and continuously poured into Jiang Chen's body.

The halo shifted.

The air around the two instantly distorted, forming a vacuum force field with a diameter of three meters.

In this force field, there is no dust, no bacteria, only absolute cleanliness and light.

"This state..."

Xiao Ruoye looked at the cold sweat beading on Nalan Jia's forehead and his slightly trembling eyelashes, and her heart skipped a beat: "What would happen if we were interrupted?"

"It will explode."

Nalanjia didn't even raise his head, his white eyes fixed on the black runes on Jiang Chen's chest that were gradually calming down.

"The energy flows back, and both he and I will turn to ash."

Xiao Ruoye's pupils suddenly contracted.

Just then.

"Thump."

A heavy footstep came from the darkness ahead.

Then came the second tone, and then the third tone.

That was the sound of special alloy combat boots crushing rocks.

heavy.

tidy.

It carried a suffocating, chilling atmosphere.

Xiao Ruoye turned around abruptly, holding half a broken sword across her chest.

"Who?!"

In the darkness, a small light appeared.

In the torchlight, a wrinkled old face was revealed.

Utu, the High Priest of the Black Miao.

The old man who had been weeping and begging for mercy in the stone house was now hunched over, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

"My lords, it's just ahead."

Utu turned around and bowed deeply to the darkness behind him, his posture even more humble than when he saw his own father: "The remnant who destroyed the altar, and that witch, are both here."

Xiao Ruoye's knuckles cracked loudly.

"Old dog."

She squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, the murderous intent in her eyes almost tangible.

If I had killed him right there in the stone house, I wouldn't be in this mess now.

"Wakaba-neechan, I don't like his smile."

Junyao tilted her head, and the black bell on her fingertip swayed gently.

Utu's smile froze, and he subconsciously shrank back.

But he quickly straightened his back again.

Behind him, two figures as imposing as mountains slowly emerged.

The one on the left is over two meters tall, wearing a dark red heavy alloy armor, and dragging a serrated greatsword as wide as a door.

The sword tip dragged across the ground, plowing out a trail of blinding sparks.

The one on the right is slightly thinner, wearing a black, tight-fitting combat suit and a half-silver mask, and is playing with two daggers that are curved like wolf fangs in his hands.

Dragon Guard Heavenly Gang Division, Po Jun.

Dragon Guard Earthly Fiend Division, Greedy Wolf.

Two half-step Grandmasters.

Behind them, countless red dots lit up in the darkness.

Those were hundreds of heavy repeating crossbows engraved with anti-magic runes, now like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, locked onto the four people on the altar.

"Is this Jiang Chen, the one who turned the capital upside down?"

Po Jun stopped in his tracks.

He looked down at Nalan Jia sitting on the ground, then at Jiang Chen lying on her lap, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"I heard he killed Zhao Wuji and even demolished the headquarters gate?"

Po Jun chuckled and slammed his greatsword heavily onto the ground.

"boom!"

The ground trembled, and rocks flew everywhere.

"Now it looks like nothing more than a dead dog that's about to breathe its last."

Utu quickly stepped forward, pointing at Nalanjia and saying, "My lord, that silver-haired woman is the demoness from the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave! Jiang Chen is immobilized now; it's the perfect opportunity to kill him!"

"Shut up."

Greedy Wolf gave him a cold glance.

Utu shrank back, like a duck being choked, and fell silent instantly.

Tanlang turned his head, his eyes, visible outside the mask, were as cold as a venomous snake, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Ruoye and Jun Yao.

"Three women, one disabled."

Greedy Wolf licked his lips, twirling the dagger in his hand: "This is the S-level bounty from above?"

"This deal is too easy."

Xiao Ruoye took a deep breath.

A sharp pain shot through my lungs; it was a lingering effect of the burns I had suffered from the holy light.

She did not back down.

He even took a step forward, blocking Nalanjia and Jiang Chen's path.

"easy?"

Xiao Ruoye raised her hand, pointing the broken sword at Po Jun's nose, her voice hoarse yet carrying a fierce edge: "You can try."

"Wakaba..."

Shen Suxin wanted to step forward, but Xiao Ruoye stopped her.

"You're protecting that girl."

Xiao Ruoye didn't even turn her head, her back ramrod straight: "Don't let these beasts disturb her saving people."

"But your legs..."

Shen Suxin looked at Xiao Ruoye's legs, which were still trembling slightly.

That was a comminuted fracture.

It was all thanks to sheer willpower that she managed to stay afloat.

"It's just broken, it's not useless."

Xiao Ruoye grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody white teeth.

She pulled a red syringe from her waist; it was a military-grade berserk drug that could drain her life force to maintain peak condition for ten minutes.

Without any hesitation.

The needle was inserted into the carotid artery.

Recommended bet.

"Ugh..."

Xiao Ruoye let out a low roar, the veins on her neck bulged instantly, and her previously unfocused pupils refocused, even glowing with a layer of blood red light.

"Jun Yao".

Xiao Ruoye gripped the hilt of her knife tightly, crouched slightly, and assumed a charging stance.

"I'm here."

Junyao chuckled and walked barefoot to Xiao Ruoye's side.

She spread her arms wide, her sleeves billowing.

"Buzzing—"

Countless tiny black dots flew out from her body, gathering in the air to form a chilling black cloud.

That's a poison.

A bloodthirsty Gu.

"Don't get my skirt dirty."

Nalanjia suddenly spoke from behind.

She remained in the posture of transmitting energy, without even raising her head, and only her cold voice came through.

"If you get dirty, I'll wash you all together."

Junyao stuck out her tongue.

"Don't worry, sister, I'll make sure these trash are reduced to ashes."

The opposing Po Jun was clearly enraged.

Being looked down upon by two women and a little girl who looked like she hadn't been weaned was a great humiliation for him.

"court death."

Po Jun grinned maliciously.

He suddenly raised the greatsword in his hand.

The runes on the sword suddenly lit up, and a thick, bloody stench instantly filled the entire cave.

That was the malevolent energy accumulated from the killing of countless people.

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Po Jun roared, his arm muscles bulging, and the giant sword, weighing several hundred pounds, felt as light as a straw in his hands.

"cut!"

The giant sword swung down.

A blood-red sword beam, five meters long, shot out from the blade.

The air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

This sword strike, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, was aimed straight at Xiao Ruoye's face.

That was a full-force attack from a half-step Grandmaster.

It is also an invitation from the Grim Reaper.