Beneath the cool moonlight, the vast plains stretched out into the night. But tonight, their tranquility had been shattered. Blood-soaked clothes brushed through the knee-high grass, leaving crimson traces behind. Gasps came one after another. They were clearly at their limits, yet they had no choice but to keep going.
This was Huo Yuhao and the others. After being tempered by a real battlefield, they had realized how inadequate their strength was. The price, however, had been painful. Several of those who had attacked head-on were badly injured, with Ma Xiaotao suffering the most. Black wounds still marred her body.
There was nothing they could do about it. None of them had the ability to heal. They could only leave the wounds as they were; clumsy treatment would only make things worse.
As it happened, Ma Xiaotao had been ambushed. She had made a conspicuous display of her strength on the battlefield without having enough means to protect herself. This was the result. Cannon fodder wore down their opponents, while the strong waited in the shadows to strike a fatal blow. This time, Ma Xiaotao had survived only because her personal strength was so great.
Her powerful martial soul and talent had given her strength far beyond that of ordinary people. For a short time, her explosive power could rival that of a Soul Saint. In the end, when the assassin struck to deal her a fatal blow, she managed to react and counterattack. The killer was a Six-Ring Soul Emperor, yet he had fallen with hatred in his heart before Ma Xiaotao's ultimate offensive power.
But before dying, he had still managed to land an attack on Ma Xiaotao's waist. It was no ordinary blow. It carried a trace of chilly energy that lingered around the wound, steadily eroding