An Qing's strength was the greatest. With a single Crescent Moon Slash, she killed over a dozen members of the Snow Dragon Clan, and the Ghost Queen was also more than holding her own in combat.
"You go too far, Empress! ...I'll take your life!" the Snow Dragon King roared.
"Separate the three of them."
Fierce fighting broke out. Dragons circled continuously in the sky, and the battle spilled into the surroundings, kicking up billows of dense smoke.
An Qing said, "You two find a chance to get out and call for reinforcements. They won't let up."
"Little sister, I'll carve a bloody path in a moment, you head back to the Yan family!" Yan Xuefei said.
With over a dozen enemies surrounding her, she was burning through her energy rather quickly. Furthermore, the Dragon Clan was naturally blessed with immense stamina, powerful physiques, and hard scales, making them very difficult to injure.
Even so, she had already killed quite a few Snow Dragon Clan members at the Immortal Emperor realm.
The cunning Snow Dragon King began a rotational strategy, also utilizing array formations to continuously drain the strength of An Qing and the others until they were on the verge of collapsing.
"You have some nerve, killing over a thousand of my clansmen. No matter who comes, nobody can save you. You must die."
Looking at the corpses on the ground, the Snow Dragon King was utterly furious.
"Stinking woman, pah!"
Catching her in a sneak attack, An Qing took an arrow in the back, but the next moment everyone was dumbfounded.
They had clearly watched her get hit by the arrow, yet it seemed to have struck an obstruction before dropping straight down.
An Qing sneered, "The work of a coward!"
The dress she wore had been personally