Feng Ying had been chased for tens of thousands of miles. She could do nothing to the Immortal Realm forces, but she could collect a little interest.
She leaned forward, bent her knees slightly, then launched herself into a violent charge.
Remembering the miserable flight all along the way, running for so long without daring to pause for even a moment, how could she not harbor resentment? She simply had not been qualified to rage before powerful enemies. Now, Feng Ying only wanted to retaliate fiercely, to let those lofty people who looked down their noses at everyone know what pain was. If they knew they had died at the hands of a fisherman's daughter who made her living fishing, they surely would not rest in peace, would they?
Yu did not stay idle either. Taking the opportunity, she rushed toward a flying vessel hanging in midair, wrecking its formations and stripping away anything valuable.
Outside the mountain gate of Dragon Girl Temple, the Immortal Realm army collapsed into chaos.
The immortal armor offered limited enhancement to cultivation. Its greater uses were defense and support, along with instilling Feng Ying with combat experience for facing powerful foes.
It was immortal armor once worn by the White Dragon, who had risen through war and slaughter, carrying an immense wealth of battle experience. Feng Ying continuously learned, adapted, and distilled a killing style suited to herself in battle. Humans could not copy Dragon Clan combat experience wholesale; different beings possessed their own characteristics.
After exchanging blows for only a short while, the Bald Bearded Man knew this battle was doomed to defeat, especially since both he and his subordinates had lost the will to fight.
With a heartfelt sigh, he was the first to turn and flee.
He fled decisively, without the