Han Li silently watched Yang Zhaihou leave. At her shoulder, a hole the size of a copper coin stood out where the blood snake's bite had corroded the fabric.
Her flawless skin held a trace of spiritual essence like fine pearls and jade, yet bore not the slightest wound.
The attack had failed to breach her defenses at all. Vicious though the blood snake was, sheer power was not its strength, and the Dragon-Scale Mimetic Armor happened to counter it perfectly.
Yang Zhaihou must have noticed this too, which was why he had fled so decisively, without dragging his feet.
But Han Li did not pursue him either. She knew that her strength was still somewhat lacking, and she could not easily kill him.
Han Li quickly activated her magic power. After a haze of white radiance, her clothes returned to their original state.
When she returned to the Market District, the lesser demons had already delivered the special envoy safely. Seeing her return, they all crowded around her.
"Fairy Han, are you all right?"
"Those Blood Robe Bandits suddenly ran off! Who knows what message they received?"
"We were just about to go back and look for you. Where's that hateful fellow?"
Watching the scene, the special envoy could not help feeling embarrassed. He remembered the pack of hunting dogs his daughter kept at their farm outside the city. Whenever they were fed, they crowded around in just this noisy fashion.
Most of these lesser demons appeared to be wild mountain beasts. Perhaps they were pets that had been raised from nature spirits all the way to assuming humanoid forms.
Han Li paid them little attention. She walked straight over and told the special envoy, "I've driven Yang Zhaihou off. Let's go."
The special envoy looked surprised. "Fairy Han,