The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind

The moment the mention of the Years Tower and the Divine Soul Restriction, the relaxed expressions on the maids' faces vanished.

Instead, there was a deep sense of apprehension and a hint of suppressed resentment.

Some of them were forcibly abducted, while others were offered up as gifts by their Lineage; their fates were no longer in their own hands.

While Hou Yanzhi was alive, they were both his playthings and his guards;

Hou Yanzhi died, they were the best burial offerings.

Without further hesitation, the person who had spoken earlier took a deep breath and formed a complex and strange hand Law Seals.

As the Law Seals lit up, a faint pink light suddenly appeared at the location of Hou Yanzhi's heart within his mangled body.

The light gradually became clearer.

It turned out to be a tiny fleshy figure, about the size of a thumb, with an appearance exactly Hou Yanzhi.

--The Death-Substitute Flesh Spirit.

It needs to be nurtured deep within the heart with Essence Blood, Divine Soul beforehand. Once the physical body suffers a fatal blow or even dies, the physical spirit will be activated.

He consumed all his spiritual energy to forcibly reverse life and death and reshape his physical body.

Although this substance is far inferior to the legendary Sacred Medicine, it is tantamount to a second life in critical moments.

The pink, fleshy spirit's light grew brighter and brighter until it disappeared completely with a soft "poof."

It transformed into countless tiny points of light and merged into Hou Yanzhi's remains.

Then, a strange thing happened:

The flowing blood swirls back, and the separated flesh and bone seem to be pulled together by an invisible hand, quickly piecing themselves back together and healing.

New skin and muscle are growing and covering the area at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In just a short while, his physical body was completely reconstructed, though his aura had weakened considerably.

"Cough... cough cough!"

Hou Yanzhi suddenly sat up straight from the ground, coughing violently, his face completely pale.

Still in shock, his first reaction was to frantically reach down to his crotch.

After confirming that the key components were intact, he breathed a long sigh of relief, but his face turned even more pale due to the emptiness he felt inside his body and the sharp drop in his cultivation level.

"Holy crap!"

"I misjudged it..."

Hou Yanzhi, panting heavily, stared intently in the direction Ye Jianwei had left, gritting his teeth, his voice a mixture of lingering fear and twisted greed.

"Judging from her humble demeanor and the way she carried her zither, I thought she was just an ordinary maid... I never imagined she was actually Successor secretly cultivated by some Immortal Power!"

In his eyes, a blind girl could possess such strength.

What else could he be but a core Successor secretly cultivated by Immortal Power?

"Young Master, what... should we do now?"

A maidservant beside her asked in a low voice, the implication being quite clear:

They've used up all their trump cards to save themselves.

Having suffered such a huge loss and almost died once, shouldn't you give up and quickly leave this dangerous place?

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Hou Yanzhi touched the still intact human skin mask on his face and gritted his teeth, saying, "The mask didn't fall off, so she has no idea who I am."

"We were careless this time. We didn't expect her to be hiding her strength and having a powerful treasure protecting her... But this also proves that there are definitely good things ahead!"

"Let's go! Follow them!"

He licked his chapped lips, lowering his voice even further:

"Be careful, be very careful... As long as I find an opportunity, I will make her wish she were dead!"

"Even if there's no chance, at least we should bring a few Dragon Girl back with us."

Hou Yanzhi's idea was very simple.

The goddess didn't get to eat, the blind girl didn't get to eat, and now their cultivation levels have plummeted.

If that blind woman is truly Successor of the Immortal Power, then revenge is definitely out of the question.

Fine, I won't report it. You think you can eat me alive just by taking a peek from afar?

He's determined to have the Dragon Girl!

You absolutely have to try it!

The maids behind him exchanged glances, a deep sense of helplessness welling up inside them.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have run away long ago after dying once.

Only their lustful young master still has thoughts of that Dragon Girl.

The other maids felt mostly helpless, but the woman called Sister Lan was thinking about something else entirely.

Her lips moved slightly, the question swirling in her throat.

The other party doesn't know who we are, but the problem is—

'We... don't know who she is either.'

Even though a sense of foreboding crossed her mind, the deeply ingrained rules of the game made her ultimately choose to remain silent.

After concealing their presence, the group cautiously followed the direction where Ye Jianwei had disappeared.

At the same time.

The northern defensive line on the outskirts of the True Dragon Clan Encampment.

The Alien Race invasion has begun.

The deafening shouts of battle mingled with the roars of dragons and the howls of Alien Race, and the violent energy fluctuations leveled large areas of ancient trees and caused rocks to crumble.

The sky was shrouded in bizarre and wondrous light, mingled with the glow of various Technique Method and Dragon Breath.

Initially, the True Dragon Clan warriors stationed there were not too nervous.

Although the origin of this Alien Race is unknown, similar probing attacks have occurred several times during this period.

The opponents aren't top-tier in strength; the real problem is the aura they exude.

That power originating from Foreign Lands has a strong corrosive effect on the living beings of the Three Thousand Provinces and the local barriers, making every contact with it a source of endless trouble.

Fortunately, they seemed to be only testing the waters.

Each attack was a brief retreat, leaving behind only sporadic casualties before disappearing into the fog. This repeated itself, as if some kind of conspiracy was brewing.

"Hold the line! Watch the flanks!"

A powerful member of the True Dragon Clan gave a loud command, his dragon eyes flashing with a calm light.

According to the established strategy, they only need to solidify their defenses, wear down the enemy's morale, and be wary of possible ambushes from other directions.

However, this time, they were wrong.

The harassment from the north suddenly intensified at a certain moment, like a long-accumulated flood bursting its banks.

The Alien Race elites, no longer holding back, charged at any point along the defensive line.

The defensive Light Screen flickered violently, emitting a mournful cry of being overwhelmed, and then, with a deafening explosion, it was forcibly torn open with a hideous gap!

"Oh no! Call for help!"

The warning dragon's roar instantly resounded throughout the entire base.

Almost at the same moment the defensive line was breached, two figures stumbled and rushed into the True Dragon Clan Encampment from the edge of the battle.

It was Long Yin and Cheng Yu.

They had been captured by Xuanye, but now they finally escaped amidst the chaos of war.

Although somewhat disheveled, they were now inside the territory of the True Dragon.

The bloodline of True Dragon is the passport, and Cheng Yu's faint Blood Qi was deliberately concealed.

The flames of war burned behind them, while ahead lay the territory of their people.

In other words, the two are safe.

Long Yin was pale, with some scratches on his body, and his eyes were still filled with shock.

"We... we really escaped?"

He glanced back at the battlefield in the distance, where terrifying energy waves were emanating, and felt a lingering fear.

"I thought I was going to die!"

Cheng Yu dusted himself off, his aura still perfectly concealed.

Don't get too excited yet.

"It's not safe here either; the fighting will spread here soon."

He looked at Long Yin, his tone seductive, "Didn't you sense something calling to you?"

"Instead of wandering around outside and getting caught up in the battlefield, why don't we... go find the source of that call?"

The suggestion was clearly seductive, but the still-shaken Long Yin grasped at it like a lifeline and immediately nodded.

"Good."

He looked up and gazed in a certain direction deep within the camp, his tone urgent. "This way."

We need to hurry.

"I don't know why, but that thing's call is getting weaker and weaker."

"Getting weaker and weaker?" Cheng Yu's eyes flickered slightly as he repeated the question with a meaningful look.