The Luo Sect's holy maiden wore flowing white robes, looking like an immortal fairy.
Two simple jade hairpins adorned her high bun. Her skin was fair, and an indescribable melancholy lingered in her eyes.
From a distance, her beauty was breathtaking.
Inside the carriage, Raphael froze with his wineglass in hand. "This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful woman in ancient-style clothes."
The people around Raphael had no interest in admiring her looks. They knew perfectly well that all three holy maidens of the Luo Sect were venomous beauties. Once someone fell into their hands, even a quick death was too much to hope for.
By now, Zheng Yunhai's subordinates were feeling rather desperate. Every soldier in the Luo Sect's Ironclad Army had strength roughly equivalent to the middle stage of the Deification Realm. They feared neither pain nor injury, and even piercing their hearts or skulls could not kill them.
And this time, the Luo Sect had deployed twenty Ironclad Army soldiers at once!
The people of the Dark Hut were no match for them.
At the front of the convoy, a pair of batlike wings suddenly sprouted from Zheng Yunhai's back. As he flew toward the Luo Sect's holy maiden, he opened one hand, and a longbow burning with blue flames appeared in it. Blue arrows then materialized in his other hand, one after another.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Trailing flames, the blue arrows shot toward Yan Ruobing. Firing them did not slow Zheng Yunhai down at all. He was still confident he could wound her in close combat.
The holy maiden Yan Ruobing nimbly dodged Zheng Yunhai's arrows, moving so fast that she left afterimages.
As she dodged, she took out a red talisman, bit her fingertip, and drew on it. "Unborn Venerable Mother, True