"I have sent word of the divine weapon to every immortal domain! Countless outstanding heroes and experts will soon gather here! Aren't you good at running? Keep running, then!"
Young Master Yun's crazed, obsessive face twisted as he roared. Afraid that the target would once again "coincidentally" encounter all manner of aid, he simply summoned everyone he could. The Yun clan had already paid far too much; the other immortal domains ought to show some sincerity as well.
Feng Ying found no Meat Grinder Battlefield nearby. There was no dangerous ground, nowhere to hide.
She glanced at the madmen rushing toward her and coldly drew her blade. Since she could not escape, then she would fight for her life. Maybe she could carve out a bloody path—trying was always better than doing nothing.
Yu unfolded her modified Mechanical Weapons with several sharp clicks, then tossed out a heap of miscellaneous items.
Feng Ying raised her left arm and deployed her Arm Shield.
Just as she was about to don her immortal armor, something stirred within the distant reeds. Faintly, she heard deranged laughter.
Suddenly, one of the three-meter-tall burly men charging at the front shot sideways in an instant. His mouth was dragged forward by an invisible force. Looking closely, they saw a thin Silk Thread—so fine that one might not see it at all without careful sensing. It made no sound. One end lay in the reeds, while the other was hooked to the burly man's tongue...
The three-meter-tall brute was like a fish flung from the river, struggling and twisting as his enormous tongue was nearly ripped out of his throat by the hook.
"Hahaha~ You've finally come, hahaha~ I've waited far too long for this day! I'm so excited!"
A strange figure sprang out. From the voice,