On a spring night, the dense darkness covered the world like ink.
The stormy wind carried with it a downpour, roaring madly like a beast gone berserk outside the Ancient Bo People Salt Refining Cave. The raindrops, as large as beans, pelted down on the tents, creating a dense and dull sound, like war drums being beaten.
Lightning slashed through the serene night sky like a silver serpent, illuminating the entire world as if it were daylight. Imdiately after, thunder bood, as if threatening to shatter the earth.
In the depths of the cave beside the salt brine pool, the leader of the Wokou, Jingkou Qiuhong, quietly set up an array called the "Mirror Trap Array."
Surrounding the salt brine pool, gigantic salt crystals stood like sentinels, with grotesque shapes, as if guarding this mysterious realm.
A strange smile appeared at the corner of Jingkou Qiuhong’s mouth, as he rapidly made seals with his hands and chanted. With his movents, the salt crystals began to glow with a bizarre light, and the originally clear cave scene instantly beca disorienting.
Countless silhouettes, both real and imaginary, appeared out of nowhere in the shadows, flickering in the darkness. So were faint, like phantasms; others were so lifelike that it beca difficult to distinguish between the real and the unreal.
The entire cave seed to fall into a phantom world, shrouded in an eerie atmosphere. The Celestial Demon Sect’s "Thirty-Six Styles of the Pickaxe" was formidable on its own, and under the interference of these illusions, it caused the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association and Miao Village to beco dizzy.
Confusion and fear began to seep into their eyes, their morale plumting like a receding tide. In attacks, they often missed the real positions of their enemies; in defense, they couldn’t determine the true direction of the attacks.
Chaos began to spread among the Heroic Sakura Association and Miao Village teams, with casualties gradually increasing.
Shi Feiyang and the heroes saw the situation beco dire, and with no other choice, led the remaining disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association and Miao Villagers to set up camp twenty li southwest of the Ancient Bo People Salt Refining Cave.
The tents shook precariously in the storm, and the soldiers struggled to hold them steady.
The campfire flickered weakly amidst the wind and rain, constantly at risk of going out.
Amid this exhaustion, a shadow slipped through the rain curtain like a ghost, flying straight toward Shi Feiyang’s tent.
The storm outside the camp roared like a raging beast, with bean-sized raindrops pounding down, throwing the world into chaos. The tents shook violently in the wind and rain, creaking ominously, as if they might be uprooted at any mont.
Inside, the flickering candlelight struggled to push back the darkness, illuminating only a small corner of the world.
In the midst of the storm and chaos, a figure broke through the rain veil, arriving quietly in front of the tent.
The visitor was none other than Shi Ying, the Sect Leader of the Celestial Demon Sect.
She wore a dark outfit that clung to her body, accentuating her graceful and slender form.
Her waist was as delicate as a willow branch, seemingly thin enough to encircle with one hand, highlighting the rounded, elegant curve of her hips, and her long legs moved with a certain allure.
Raindrops slid down her waterfall-like black hair, sticking to her face like white jade, the water droplets trickling from her chin onto her rising chest, and following the curves down to her hem.
Shi Ying stepped into the tent, pausing montarily to raise her rain-soaked embroidered shoes, gently rubbing them on the mat at the entrance to shake off the droplets, creating tiny splashes.
Then, she raised her arms, hands crossed, and slowly removed the wet black cloak from her shoulders, with water dripping from the cloak like broken pearls.
She turned slightly, gracefully raising her right hand, her slender fingers tenderly brushing away the few strands of rain-dampened hair stuck to her face, the action subtle and slow, as if combing a precious silk fabric.
Her jade hand smoothly combed her wet hair back over her shoulder, the raven tresses flowing through her fingers in a graceful arc.
Her red lips parted slightly, revealing a hint of white teeth, as she took a few quick breaths, her chest rising and falling intensely with each inhale, causing the fabric over her bosom to tremble. Her eyes, as deep as autumn waters, swept quickly around the tent, catching the flickering candlelight that reflected the urgency and unease in her gaze.
Her gaze finally locked onto Shi Feiyang, a hint of complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
She moved toward Shi Feiyang with steady yet urgent steps.
The hem of her gown swayed lightly with her movents, creating a gentle breeze that made the tent’s candle fla flicker.
Her graceful form swayed with every step, her movents like a flower blooming defiantly amidst the storm.
Shi Feiyang, seeing Shi Ying’s arrival, was montarily stunned, clenching his fists warily, and said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"
Shi Ying looked up, her gaze eting Shi Feiyang’s. After a mont of hesitation, she drew out a yellowed scroll from her bosom and handed it to Shi Feiyang, saying, "Grand Squad Leader Shi, this is the Tiger Fierce Slash, the key to breaking the Celestial Demon Sect’s ’Thirty-Six Styles of the Pickaxe’ array."
Shi Feiyang accepted the scroll, a glint of doubt in his eyes, and asked, "Why would you help my Heroic Sakura Association?"
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