The night was black as ink, and killing intent lurked everywhere in the dense forests of Roosting Phoenix Mountain.
Liu Fuyan was held in a half embrace by Gu Chenfeng's powerful arm.
The wind howled in her ears, mingling with the fierce sounds of fighting in the distance, leaving the fright in her heart unsettled.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Just then, amid the shifting shadows of the trees.
Several dark figures appeared like phantoms, cutting off their path down the mountain ahead and closing in at tremendous speed with chilling weapons in hand.
They were wrapped entirely in night-black clothing, leaving only pairs of cold, merciless eyes exposed.
Their movements were perfectly coordinated, their auras fierce.
Liu Fuyan's heart tightened. She could clearly sense it.
Most of these black-clad men were Source Qi Realm martial artists, by no means a disorganized rabble.
Their formation and the iron-and-blood aura they radiated clearly marked them as death warriors painstakingly trained by a great lineage!
Before she could consider where these death warriors came from, they had already rushed within striking distance, the cold gleam of their blades whistling toward them.
"Watch out!"
Liu Fuyan cried softly, forcing herself to steady her mind.
At the same time, she circulated the energy of her five-star Source Qi Realm cultivation, about to break free of Ge Hong's arm to face the enemy.
Yet before she could gather her strength and strike.
Gu Chenfeng had already moved!
His movements were unimaginably fast, and he did not even withdraw the arm holding her.
His body was like an afterimage flashing across the spot, like a gale that had suddenly swept up!
Liu Fuyan saw only a blur before her eyes, unable to make out his movements at all.
All she saw was a blur of hand shadows flashing