Feng Ying and Yu knew they could not avoid a hard battle, so they began making preparations in advance.
As they ran, they tossed out strange palm-sized objects.
The landmines they had scavenged from the crashed warship of the Snake Demon Army had been nearly useless against Immortal General realm cultivators, but they worked wonders against common soldiers and lackeys. It would be excellent if they could catch a few vicious dogs off guard and kill them—only the dog hides would go to waste.
They systematically planted them at various locations, hoping to blow up a few more dogs.
The operation was simple: remove the safety catch and place them somewhere concealed. They would trigger when a target approached.
Yu casually stuffed plenty of poison into them as well. In these storm-tossed times, there was no room for so many Jianghu rules. Killing the opponent was all that mattered.
Perhaps those black dogs with four ears were merely tamed spirit beasts. The soldiers had families and relatives, and they had their dignity in surviving too. Neither of them bore any grudge against the two women, but many things in life were beyond one's control. Since they had joined this affair, life and death would be left to fate. Let destiny decide everything.
They placed landmines everywhere—among the trees, in the soil, beneath fallen leaves, even in the stream. In any case, there was no need to consider removing them afterward.
They used up every bit of their stockpile.
They regretted not scavenging more back then; only when the time came to use them did they realize how few they had.
As Yu ran, she loaded foot-long bolts into a case. Once it was full, she switched to another and continued loading, then glanced at the pursuers behind them and complained.