By the banks of a great river.
Huang Hongyao was under siege.
Her opponents were three Dao Ancestors from the Demon Gate Lineage and two Dao Ancestors from the Fa Family Lineage.
One against five—the situation was brutal.
Huang Hongyao was already close to collapsing.
Her circumstances were hanging by a thread.
The clouds on the horizon were red as blood, reflecting crimson across the river's surface.
Fresh blood flowed incessantly from Huang Hongyao's slender, graceful body.
This savage battle had already lasted half an hour.
Huang Hongyao's injuries were severe. Her exquisite, peerlessly beautiful face was pale as paper, and the aura around her was falling into disorder.
In a battle between Dao Ancestors, unless one possessed crushing strength, it was difficult to kill an opponent in a short time.
But this battle was different.
The five Dao Ancestors had joined forces, and two among them possessed combat strength that could be called first-rate among Dao Ancestors.
One was Dao Ancestor Mo Du of the Demon Gate Lineage.
The other was Dao Ancestor Xun Ji of the Fa Family Lineage.
With those two holding the field, every trump card Huang Hongyao had unleashed was thwarted, leaving her situation increasingly perilous.
On the distant riverbank, a Blue Shirt Man sat cross-legged on the ground, drinking.
He admired the blood-red clouds on the horizon as he watched the battle, taking an occasional sip of wine with an air of leisure and contentment.
"Be careful. Don't truly damage her Great Dao Source!"
The Blue Shirt Man suddenly frowned and issued a warning.
He had seen a bronze spear pierce through Huang Hongyao's shoulder, passing clean through her body as blood blurred the wound.
This displeased the Blue Shirt Man somewhat. "Capture her alive! My young master does not lack mounts. What he