Cultivating Spiritual Power is sothing Jiang Cheng insists must be done.
Yanran initially did not take her teacher's expectations seriously. As a top athlete on a Naless Planet, despite the hardships she faced, including hunger, she managed to deftly handle the various Beasts that continuously appeared before her.
This led her to doubt the necessity of cultivating Spiritual Power.
Surely her teacher knew what she was thinking at the ti, yet he said nothing to her, leaving only the thod of cultivation for her to follow.
Though she had only practiced for a short while, she had fully realized the benefits of Spiritual Power.
Even now, the faint Spiritual Power within her can provide a continuous although weak but enduring strength, which is how she remains standing despite the fierce attacks from the enemy.
However, after such prolonged combat, Yanran felt her Spiritual Power just like a flickering candle in a storm, unsteady and nearly extinguished at any mont.
The enemy charged, but Yanran advanced fearlessly into their midst.
Her left hand snatched the enemy's sword, her right hand swung swiftly, leaving a thin, deep cut on the enemy's throat, blood sprayed out like mist, and the enemy's body spun before collapsing to the ground.
She ducked under the attack of a long sword from behind, her right leg kicked backward, hitting another enemy's cheek sharply, causing blood to spurt wildly from his mouth as he flew away.
The remaining enemies were shocked, unable to believe that the young, beautiful girl who seed fragile was so fierce.
At this mont, Yanran's hair was ssy, remnants of the enemy's blood lingered on her, and during the battle, her clothes had been torn by the enemy's attacks.
Her right sleeve dangled down, flapping like a flag of victory with every movent of Yanran's arm.
Although the enemy had not yet retreated, fear was evident in their eyes.
To them, the girl before them was no longer human but the embodint of Death God, with every swing of her claw causing her companion to fall spilled with fresh blood.
Yanran, faced with the subdued enemy, calmly raised her hands, crossing her steel claws before her, producing a clear "ding" sound.
The sound, as clear as wind chis stirred by the breeze, filled the enemies' ears akin to the laughter of Death God.
Yanran's face was expressionless as a drop of fresh blood smoothly ran down her cheek.
Her claws clashed again, producing another crisp sound.
The enemies in front had lost their will to fight. Facing Death God's mien, their sword-wielding hands trembled, and their steps gradually retreated.
Yanran stepped forward, clashing her claws for the third ti.
The enemy, tense to the breaking point, like startled birds, had soone cry out suddenly, startling them.
A sword clattered to the ground suddenly.
The unexpected shout thoroughly terrified the attacking enemies, and they began to flee, not daring to look back.
Yanran watched them coldly until they disappeared from sight.
With a thud, Yanran fell to the ground.
At this mont, her physical strength was nearly exhausted, but she couldn't stop gasping for air, barely supporting her body with her hands, trudging toward the pipeline's end.
Behind her lay the enemies' bodies in disarray, covered by gold sunlight that seed to witness the tragic scene. Despite her severe lack of strength, requiring her to rest against the wall occasionally, she kept moving forward undeterred.
Through grueling battles, Yanran's body was nearly at its limit, but her willpower continued to drive her forward. In her dazed state, Little Flaming Firebird's cries echoed in her ears, continually summoning strength from her.
Finally, she exited the tunnel, facing a broad plaza. Yanran took a deep breath, forcefully bolstering her weary body and unsteadily stepping forward.
Jiang Cheng and Ba Lv mingled within the large group of enemies, moving forward with them, unclear where they intended to go.
Nonetheless, leaving the group now would definitely arouse suspicion. Ba Lvtii, observing the enemies, noticed there were so high-ranking Black Exhaust Group mbers present, indicating sothing significant was brewing.
Ba Lv whispered a few words in Jiang Cheng's ear about the situation, which led a senior cadre beside her to whisper a reprimand: "No whispers!"
Due to the silver Exhaust emblem on Ba Lv's clothes, the cadre recognized her importance, preventing harsher scolding.
Thus, they continued with the enemy's procession.
Luckily, the distance traveled was not far; Jiang Cheng noted that fewer enemies surrounded them as they progressed.
Those nearby all wore variously colored Exhaust badges, whereas others remained outside.
They passed through a long corridor, approaching an expansive plaza.
Jiang Cheng, with exceptional eyesight, spotted seven figures in black robes standing on the plaza, despite the distance.
The Ba Lv beside him grew visibly nervous, the sight of the seven robed figures proved unsettling even for her, a top assassin.
As an important figure in the group, she recognized at least so of them.
These seven were undoubtedly Black Exhaust Group high-ranking officials or formidable figures, explaining her anxiety.
Jiang Cheng remained unfazed; having gathered all the Group's leaders spared him searching through mysterious terrains.
He cared little for their strength; he wouldn't spare them regardless.
The Black Exhaust Group's cadres arrived at the broad plaza, encircling the seven robed figures, forming a semicircle.
The plaza was silent as if awaiting an important ceremony or impending eting.
The seven, positioned in an inverted V formation, likely indicating the frontmost was their highest leader.
"Very well, has everyone arrived?" The Black Group's top leader spoke.
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