Chapter 46

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Chapter 46: Nine-Tailed Fox

Ji Yunhe stood on top of the cliff. The ground beneath her feet was pooling with blood, her blood. It dripped down her left hand while her fingers trembled and spasmed. But despite this, her eyes were brighter than the moon in the sky.

Down the darkness of the abyss behind her, a wave of damp, misty air washed up. It gave her reassurance.

There was a river at the bottom.

Ji Yunhe knew the healing ability and toughness of the jiaoren very well. She could hurt him, but not kill him. Changyi falling down into a river and being washed away was the best possible outcome. But just to be on the safe side, she must buy him as much time as possible to help him escape.

Even if only for one second, it was still better than nothing.

Ji Chengyu looked at Ji Yunhe, who appeared to be on the verge of insanity, and gestured with his sword. "Ji Yunhe, as Master Warden of the Demon Valley, are you really clear about what you are doing?"

"Can't be more clear."

She answered firmly. Ji Chengyu channeled his spiritual power down onto his blade. "In that case, don't blame me for doing this."

Ji Yunhe looked at the graceful man dressed in white. She could not help but let out a sarcastic laugh. "We are all people burdened by a hidden pulse, why bother..."

"Cut the crap with her!" Zhu Ling rebuked, interrupting her words. "Kill this bitch slaver first! Then go after the jiaoren! Let's go!"

With his order, the soldiers gave out a war cry and marched forward with their swords raised.

Ji Yunhe looked at the abyss behind her.

The darkness blocked her from seeing far. She looked back at them again with a face even more determined.

Her left arm hung loosely at her side, no longer of any use. Her right hand released the wound on her left shoulder and the blood poured out again.

Ji Yunhe's face was pale, but she seemed to feel no pain. With her right hand, she gestured to pull back the broken sword she had thrown out. It shook on the ground but was then knocked down the cliff by another sword with a loud ding.

Ji Chengyu looked at Ji Yunhe, his voice now cold. "You have walked down a wrong path."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Chengyu's body turned into a white blur and flew toward Ji Yunhe like an arrow. One move, one stance, fierce to the extreme. Just as he had said, he was not holding back any more.

Ji Yunhe had no weapons and a broken arm. All she could do was form a shield with her right hand and wrap her body behind spiritual power to desperately defend against his attack.

However, Ji Chengyu was not the only one who attacked. Zhu Ling also carried his large saber into the battle.

Zhu Ling did not have any spiritual power, but he formed a seamless partnership with Ji Chengyu. If one attacked her from above, the other one messed with her stance down below. And if one charged full on in offense, the other one defended like an iron fortress...

Ji Yunhe was already weak and exhausted. She soon lost her ability to defend and took a slash from Ji Chengyu's sword three times in a row, followed with a cut on her knee by Zhu Ling.

She let out a muffled grunt and fell to one knee at the edge of the cliff.

Zhu Ling charged forth, anxious to cut off her head, but Ji Chengyu did not follow. It was at this moment that Ji Yunhe's right hand fiercely struck Zhu Ling in the abdomen.

The force of her hand was so strong that Zhu Ling stumbled backward over ten steps. The giant saber fell out of his hand and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Even the black armor at his torso shattered into pieces.

The crowd was stunned.

Ji Chengyu immediately leaped to Zhu Ling's side and pressed a palm onto his chest, his mouth reciting a spell to protect his heart. Zhu Ling's injury was severe. If it were not for the black iron armor, his heart would have exploded already. It was shocking that Ji Yunhe still had this kind of power in her current state...

Ji Yunhe picked up the saber dropped by Zhu Ling, used it for support, and stood up on one leg.

"Who… else?"

Blood gushed from all over her body and her voice was hoarse and out of shape, but she still stood up and guarded the edge of the cliff, like a devil that had crawled out of hell.

Zhu Ling clutched at his chest and squeezed out a command, "Kill! The jiaoren... must be recovered."

Ji Chengyu held him down and continued to protect his heart with his palm. He then turned his head to the soldiers. "Prepare the arrows."

Only then did the soldiers seem to come back to their senses. They quickly drew their bows and arrows from the backs of their broken horses. Ji Chengyu waved his hand and the arrowheads began glowing with spiritual energy.

"Release!"

He gave the order and all the arrows flew out in unison.

With her back to the abyss, Ji Yunhe could not retreat. But she did not give up either. As the arrows rained down, she gave a loud cry and spun the saber while standing on one leg, forming a shield to block her front.

But the arrows came endlessly. By the third wave, she had been exhausted of all her strength. Her right arm was the first to get hit. She ripped the arrow out of her flesh and skin with her teeth, but her arm was no longer able to lift the saber. Then another arrow pierced her other knee.

Unable to stand any longer, Ji Yunhe immediately fell to both knees with only her right hand still struggling to support her body.

She refused to fall down.

No one understood why she still had not fallen.

She lowered her head, as if she had lost consciousness.

One last arrow flew over and landed in her shoulder, but she was completely unresponsive...

She seemed to have died.

Bled empty of her blood, exhausted of her strength, and fought away her life.

In a frozen posture, she died on the edge of the cliff.

Ji Chengyu looked at Ji Yunhe kneeling there like a statue, displaying the most horrid and pathetic end of a demon master.

He turned his head and looked at Zhu Ling who had also lost consciousness. His hand protecting his heart did not dare to let go. "You guys go find a doctor, quickly. And the rest, find your way down the cliff and recover the jiaoren."

"Yes!"

The soldiers were about to go when they suddenly felt a strong gust of wind stir up.

At the same time, dark clouds coalesced in the sky and obscured the moon. The night turned ghastly and dark.

The soldiers were almost blown off of their feet. They turned around and looked to the cliff where the wind was blowing from.

There, Ji Yunhe still knelt with the support of the saber. Her head was still hanging low and she did not move, but a cloud of black gas chaotically danced and swirled around her body, pulling at her hair and her dress.

The wind came from her.

Then the black gas slowly condensed and formed into the shape of a tail behind her.

One, two, three… the black gas grew more and more dense. In just a few moments, nine demonic tails appeared before everyone's eyes

"Demon... demon..."

The soldiers were terrified.

Ji Chengyu looked at Ji Yunhe, his face overwhelmed by disbelief.

"Nine... tailed fox..."

Ji Yunhe moved. Her head shifted slightly to the side, and a pair of bright red eyes appeared under the messy strands of hair across her face. They leered through the black gas and fixated on Ji Chengyu. "Who dares to go after him?"

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