Chapter 563: Chapter 536: The Curse of Ambush_2
Baili An did not flee aimlessly; during his Sword Flight, he roughly morized the terrain of the Mortal World that he had seen.
He passed through forests and hills, the rain never ceasing. Eventually, Baili An arrived deep within a hidden valley, surrounded by steep cliffs on three sides. If he wished to continue forward, he must use Sword Flight.
The valley was deadly silent, devoid of any birds or insects’ chirping. Before entering the valley, Baili An was soaked with the cold rain.
But as he stepped into the valley, the rain suddenly stopped, and chaotic clouds scudded across the sky, above which a crescent moon, tinged with a hint of crimson, hung coldly.
The valley was desolate, with hardly any greenery, vast patches of withered vines and old trees covering the black sandy wasteland.
All vegetation was dead, with only a few wet, withered leaves here and there, exuding a faint musty stench amidst the dampness.
Baili An stopped in this valley and showed no intention of using Sword Flight. He approached a small stream and scooped up so water to clean the blood stains from his body.
As he was binding up his wounds, a smiling voice ca from above his head, “Are you planning to surrender?”
Baili An paused briefly in his bandaging, glanced around, and then saw in the stream’s reflection the figure of a woman.
Without a word, he gripped the Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword tightly. His sleeves billowed as Green Python Sword Qi wrapped tightly around the sword tip, instantly brightening the night-engulfed stream like a beam of heavenly light streaking across the space.
Ning Feiyan’s smiling face was partially obscured in the sword light, appearing sowhat demonic.
She waved her sleeve and raised her hand, and the calm space around her suddenly tumultuously moved, the dead leaves amidst the black soil swirling up in an unseen tempest.
The wind whisked up the dead leaves from the ground, seemingly infusing them with life, and they transford into a massive wind butterfly.
As the wind butterfly took flight, the black earth could not withstand its terrifying force; where its wings passed, flas spontaneously ignited, leaving the ground scorched and barren.
Yet Baili An’s intended target was not Ning Feiyan. The heavy, mountain-like force of his black Ancient Sword smashed heavily into the stream, splitting the bubbling water surface and exposing the sand and stones at the bottom.
His sword movent continued, splitting deeper into the riverbed, divulging a gloomy fissure from which yin energy gushed forth.
Quickly sheathing his swords within the jade-like watery depths, Baili An executed the Seven Ashes Steps, retreating a hundred ters in a flash.
But the wind, elusive in the world, brought an abrupt cold pain to his lower back; the terrifying numbness quickly spreading from his waist, he knew he must have been wounded by Ning Feiyan’s breath-transford wind.
Retreating a hundred ters, the massive wind butterfly dived again. Baili An summoned the Short Flute for Divination, the ghostly cry of the Yin Pearl drawing a dark red streak through the night like a Fierce Ghost gazing down.
Blowing the flute to his lips, the mournful sound of Xiao Se resonated, and the severed waters could not rejoin. From the fissure his blade had opened, it seed as if sothing stirred awake, and the crack rapidly expanded as if forcibly torn by invisible giant hands.
Cries of agony surged from the deep crevice in the earth, and even at a distance, the sound clung to one’s ear, wailing pitifully in utter mournfulness.
Black Demonic Qi, like a frenzied dragon erging from the abyss, enveloped and devoured the wind butterfly above the earth.
The formless black qi spread across the ground like a plague, eventually gathering into rows of orderly phantom shapes.
These phantoms were clad in armor, holding Battle Axes, their bodies bristling with nurous sharp arrows and iron blades, all appearing as they had in their final monts before death.
“This is…” Ning Feiyan involuntarily narrowed her eyes, a look of appreciation and surprise erging, “Ghost Soldiers.”
This valley was actually a chaotic burial ground of a battlefield. Wars between nations in the Mortal World always produced places dense with resentnt and yin energy. This young man, adept at the Six Trigram Deceptive Technique, could actually use the yin energy of the terrain to lay out such a Killing Array.
Ning Feiyan watched the flute-playing youth, her smiling eyes still devoid of any emotion.
“Do you think I, a demon lord of the Tribulation Realm, would dean myself to deal with you, a cultivator of the Sea Expansion Realm, and think I hold all the cards as if a cat plays with a mouse?”
In his heart, Baili An thought, wasn’t it exactly like that?
When they had first encountered each other in the forest, Ning Feiyan, with her strength, could have kept him there forever, but she hadn’t.
Instead, she had patiently sparred with him, like a mountain cat toying with its prey, thoroughly enjoying the process of hunting.
If Ning Feiyan truly harbored such a mindset to toy with him, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing for Baili An.
Because, in the process of toying and capturing, it also ant that he had ti to find an opportunity to escape.
Just like the geographical conditions in this valley right now, serving as an excellent talisman for survival.
Yet, Baili An had forgotten the events of those three days when Ning Feiyan had personally experienced how strong and terrifying the disoriented Baili An at night was.
How could she be negligent?
Today’s setup was exactly for that fearso version of him.
While the current Baili An had displayed intelligence and abilities far surpassing his peers of the sa cultivation level, tirelessly neutralizing her lethal intentions with indeed remarkable thods,
Ning Feiyan sensed very clearly that the Baili An she was facing now did not possess the terrifying strength of that night.
Thus, no matter what miracles Baili An could create tonight, to Ning Fei, it was rely child’s play.
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