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 the 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.