The next second, the ground under his feet appeared to have been plowed, creating gullies and inexplicably producing a large amount of fallen leaves. Several tree roots, like pythons, slithered out from the leaf piles, rapidly wrapping around Yang Xiao’s feet.
At the sa ti, the woman swung her fishing rod with accumulating force as she reeled it in and thrust it like a spear straight toward Yang Xiao’s heart. At this mont, his feet were trapped, and he could not move; the strike was unavoidable. Anger rose in him, so he simply tilted his body, allowing the attack to pierce through his left arm while he swung his cleaver toward the woman’s right hand holding the rod. The blade chopped off three of the woman’s fingers, but in response to the pain, the woman’s malice surged, and she channeled a trendous amount of spiritual power into the rod, instantly causing Yang Xiao’s pierced left arm to explode.
At this mont, Yang Xiao still maintained a clear head. He spotted the woman’s weakness: while using the roots beneath the ground, she couldn’t move her feet. And now, the backlash that lingered on the cleaver appeared once again, causing the woman to tremble as she was inexplicably slashed on the shoulder by a blade from nowhere. The wound was deep enough to reveal the bone.
Now was the ti!
Qu Muzhi made his move. His long spear struck toward the woman’s heart at an extrely tricky angle, but Yang Xiao knew this seemingly full-powered strike was a feint. The real killing blow lay in the stamp, and sure enough, the woman’s body suddenly grew a layer of tree bark that blocked the attack, which was indeed magic artifact!
Qu Muzhi then violently threw an object with his other bloodied arm, seemingly about to hit the woman’s heart. However, a shocking scene unfolded: the woman fell backward in a bizarre pose, not bending at the knees or waist, but rather her lower legs snapped back at a 90-degree angle.
Caught off guard, Qu Muzhi missed his mark with the stamp, and the half-bodied woman on the ground quickly reeled back the rod, precisely striking the stamp. Next second, unbelievably, she fished another ghost from within the stamp!
Only then did Yang Xiao realize that the woman’s lower legs had long been broken, brutally snapped by the tree roots, and it was self-inflicted!
She had been prepared for this all along, knowing Qu Muzhi possessed a stamp that could seal magic artifacts, and had a clear understanding of both their capabilities!
Next second, she swept the rod sideways, propelling Yang Xiao and Qu Muzhi into the air and slamming them heavily onto the ground. Yang Xiao couldn’t suppress a burst of blood as he hit the ground, a gaping, bloody wound on his chest laid open to reveal ribs.
"Is this the Demon Rakshasa?" The woman looked down at the blood-red stamp now devoid of ghostly energy and shook her head dismissively, "It’s worthless."
Despite her words, it was clear to anyone that the woman’s condition wasn’t good either. Four ghosts hung from her rod, and now she seed unable to keep them under control. The ghosts, which had been motionless like dead fish, were starting to show signs of awakening. They were nacing in appearance, and once they completely broke free of suppression, the woman would be the first to suffer backlash and die a horrible death.
Seemingly making a decision, the woman didn’t imdiately finish off her beaten opponents but instead carefully reeled in her rod. Monts later, she clenched the rod with her relatively intact left hand and gently shook it. As she did, the ghosts on the rod awoke faster and faster, until one abruptly opened its eyes.
It was the Mirror Ghost!
Next second, the Mirror Ghost vanished into thin air, and at the sa mont, the woman’s body shook uncontrollably. Yang Xiao clearly saw that the woman’s previously broken left wrist beca deford again, showing signs of another break.
It seed the so-called regeneration of limbs was rely a temporary fix, not a complete recovery. Yet, it was still terrifying.
After the Mirror Ghost escaped from the rod’s restraint, Yang Xiao imdiately took out the Soul-Capturing Mirror. This ti the Soul-Capturing Mirror "ca to life," and its powers were restored.
From the woman’s cautious behavior, it appeared she couldn’t release a specific ghost, and the release process had to be extrely careful. Any mistake could doom her first.
After wiping the blood from his mouth, Yang Xiao tried to stand up, succeeding only after two attempts. His left arm was rendered useless, and his left leg was also injured, though thankfully, not too severely.
But the situation was already very dire. He and Qu Muzhi were severely wounded, and the only thing that could have turned the tables, the stamp, was also suppressed. The strength and cunning of the Xiu Sect Master from the Yu Yuan Sect went without saying, not to ntion that her intelligence far surpassed theirs. He suspected soone had betrayed them.
"Yang Xiao, I’ll make you regret encountering ." After suppressing the other three ghosts on her rod, the woman finally turned her attention back to him. "Don’t worry, I’ll devour you completely and let you know what happens when you fall into my hands."
"How promiscuous of you, you thieving shrew~" Yang Xiao taunted, his voice suddenly cut by a cough that brought up more blood, looking extrely wretched.
"Captain Qu, I’ll try to pull her into the Mirror World... we might be able to trap her there for a while. You take the chance to run; this world won’t last much longer." Yang Xiao whispered his plan. At this point, if anyone could escape, it was a win.
The spiritual power of the Xiu Sect Master from the Yu Yuan Sect might not be as strong as that of the White-clothed Scholar, Pingxi Marquis, but her thods were much more nurous. Relying on the magic artifact, she was truly difficult to deal with. They had already done well, but the outco was still difficult to change. The power of a Ghost-level Apostle was not re talk, and even more unfortunate, she had a firm grip on her own capabilities.
"Captain Yang, buy three minutes." Qu Muzhi staggered to his feet, gripping his bloodstained spear, "Two minutes, just two minutes will do!"
Yang Xiao paused, his gaze fixed on the blood-soaked spear. mories flooded back; he seed to realize what the other was about to do.
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