The praying mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it!
It was a very plain and unpretentious yet extremely effective strategy.
Without absolute strength, the timing of entering the fray often decided the outcome of the battle.
Whether it was the rogue cultivators of the Cang Qing World, or Xuan Yi and Long Xi of the origin factions, none of them appeared at the right time.
Moreover, Zhao Yun's own strength was simply too formidable.
Even without any schemes, her strength completely crushed everyone present, and the moment she appeared, she instantly defeated them all.
At this moment,
whether it was Long Xi or ordinary practitioners, everyone rolled around on the ground, wailing incessantly.
The sounds of agonizing roars made anyone who heard them think they had stumbled into the eighteenth layer of hell.
Not far from these people, atop a chariot pulled by six magnificent divine horses, a young woman wearing a maiden's hair ornament spoke:
"Are you all deaf?"
"Sister Yun said to hand over your soul beacons."
This young woman was precisely Zhu'er, who had followed Zhao Yun here.
She, Zhao Yun, and Dou Dou were originally orphans, relying on each other for survival since childhood; it could be said that she entirely depended on Zhao Yun's care to live.
Therefore, no matter what Zhao Yun told her to do, Zhu'er would obediently obey.
"Ah—"
"Ah—just kill me!—"
"It hurts!!!"
"It hurts to death!!!"
Watching these people in agonizing pain, Zhu'er couldn't help but feel a trace of pity and hesitation in her heart, but then she thought to herself, No! These fellows came to invade our world.
They deserve this.
Besides, Sister Yun must have a reason for doing this.
Geez~ Their willpower is truly impressive; enduring such agony without even begging for mercy.