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Liu Ruyan's figure was like a butterfly flitting through flowers as she wove among the wounded.
She did not join that suddenly fierce tide of counterattack at the first moment.
More than twenty steps away, Yan Nanfei lay on his side on the ground. Several claw marks on his back cut so deep that bone could be seen, their edges giving off bone-corroding black qi as blood kept seeping out.
Several fine needles glimmering with flowing water-blue and fiery-red light were pinched between Liu Ruyan's fingers—Origin Spirit Water Fire Needle!
Their tips carried a mysterious rhythm of life and death as they pierced with precision into the major acupoints and meridian nodes along Yan Nanfei's spine.
Where the needles fell, soft watery halos and fierce fiery qi surged in alternation, forming the unique yin-yang cycle of the King of the Underworld Thirteen Needles.
This was the achievement of the past few years under the guidance of Yin Yang Theory.
That black corrosive qi, like maggots clinging to bone, seemed to be combed and dissolved by an invisible hand under the guiding power of this exquisite yin-yang cycle.
From Cloud Water Three Thousand, she took out the needle pouch she carried with her, pinched out a piece of ink green medicinal paste, and gently, carefully spread it over the purified wound with her fingertips.
The potent medicine of the superior wound salve slowly seeped in, stopping the bleeding and growing new flesh.
"...I'm not dead yet?" Yan Nanfei coughed up a mouthful of Black Blood flecked with ice, his eyelids lifting with difficulty. His voice was weak, yet carried a familiar roughness.
Liu Ruyan did not stop moving her hands, nor did she look up. She said gently, "Teacher Yan,