Wei He suddenly switched targets and pursued the One-eyed Monk, immediately leaving the weakest of them—the bewitching woman in the pink dress—to Yao Wan.
Yao Wan reacted at once. She turned and struck with a full-power sword slash, unleashing everything without hesitation and hitting the pink-dressed woman squarely in the shoulder.
The woman had been utterly stunned by Wei He's sudden eruption just moments ago.
In that instant of distraction, Yao Wan seized the opportunity and slashed diagonally into her shoulder with all her strength.
The woman had originally been stronger than Yao Wan. Caught off guard by this opportunistic ambush, the markings across her body were shattered by the blow, and nearly half her body was sliced open along with them.
The woman screamed and jerked backward.
Yet the sheer hardness of her flesh actually wedged Yao Wan's blade in her chest after it cut down from her shoulder, leaving it unable to move.
"Don't even think of running!?"
Yao Wan summoned her last reserves of strength and gave chase.
She knew that if Wei He's true circumstances were leaked, it would inevitably cause a massive uproar.
Every enemy of the Xuanmiao Sect would rush over at the first opportunity and stop at nothing to eliminate Wei He.
For a terrifying genius like Wei He, if he were allowed to grow, would there still be any road left for others to survive?
With that thought, Yao Wan's resolve hardened. She pulled a small bottle from her Medicine Pouch, opened it one-handed, tipped back her head, and poured the liquid inside into her mouth.
The bitter medicine, carrying a hint of mint, rushed entirely into her body.
Along with it came an intense surge of exhilaration.
The fatigue in her body began to fade, and strength once more welled up