Boom!
The kick landed squarely against the creature’s chest and sent it crashing through a tree trunk.
However, she didn’t even look at the result.
A shrill scream suddenly erupted behind her.
"SKREEEEEEEE!"
The soundwaves swept through the forest.
The surrounding snow exploded into the air.
Song ilin imdiately activated Night Cloak.
Spiritual energy wrapped around her body like a thin veil. The ntal shock still reached her, causing her head to buzz slightly, but the damage was greatly reduced.
At the sa ti, another Pishacha lunged from the side.
Its claw glowed with dark energy.
Song ilin’s pupils contracted.
She didn’t dare receive that attack directly.
The dark energy coating the claws was the most troubleso aspect of these creatures. Even a Foundation Building cultivator’s body would be torn apart if struck cleanly.
She bent backwards.
The claw swept across her face.
A few strands of hair drifted into the air.
The attack missed by less than an inch.
Then Song ilin retaliated instantly.
Her left hand clenched the sword.
"Lunar Arts: Moon Breaking Fist!"
The technique was integrated directly into her sword.
The blade thrust forward like a silver teor.
Puchi!
The sword pierced through the Pishacha’s shoulder and blasted it backwards.
Unfortunately, before she could follow up, three more Pishachas were already rushing toward her.
Song ilin imdiately retreated.
A silver arc flashed through the air. The derivative flying slash she had developed from the Crescent Split Kick shot forward.
Whoosh!
The crescent-shaped blade of energy forced the monsters back temporarily, buying her precious breathing room. However, her expression beca increasingly serious.
The battle had only lasted several minutes.
Yet she could already feel the difference.
The Pishachas weren’t slowing down.
Their attacks remained as fierce as ever.
anwhile, her spiritual energy was steadily decreasing.
’This can’t continue.’
Song ilin’s eyes swept across the battlefield.
Broken trees. Craters in the snow mixed with dirt.
Deep claw marks carved into the earth.
The entire surrounding terrain had already beco a battlefield.
She attempted to break through twice. But both attempts failed.
The Pishachas relentlessly chased her every ti she found a gap.
They weren’t acting like mindless monsters. Their coordination was terrifying.
Almost as if they understood how to hunt. Did these pishachas mutate?
A trace of anxiety appeared in Song ilin’s heart.
Why hadn’t reinforcents arrived yet?
She had already sent a distress signal.
The sect should’ve noticed by now.
Unless...
Sothing had happened there, too.
That possibility caused her heart to sink.
Then another thought surfaced.
Qingyun’s daughter and that future son-in-law. They might be in danger.
Song ilin clenched her jaw.
’Please don’t co here.’
’Turn around and go back.’
If those two youngsters arrived in the middle of this battle, they would only beco additional casualties.
She had rushed here specifically to protect them.
Instead, she was now trapped herself.
BOOM!
A Pishacha smashed into the ground where she had stood a mont earlier.
The resulting shockwave interrupted her thoughts.
Song ilin imdiately moved.
Her figure flashed through the forest.
The six Pishachas pursued relentlessly.
The battle continued.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Every clash consud spiritual energy.
And every dodge demanded her absolute concentration.
One mistake could be fatal.
Gradually, exhaustion accumulated. Her breathing beca heavier.
Her sleeves were stained with blood from several shallow wounds.
One scratch ran along her shoulder. Another across her waist.
None were serious.
But they all served as reminders.
She was losing ground.
The Pishachas showed no signs of exhaustion whatsoever.
As though they could continue fighting forever.
Song ilin understood sothing.
If this dragged on longer, her death was certain.
A calm look gradually appeared in her eyes.
All the fear and hesitation disappeared.
If she couldn’t survive... then she would take as many of these monsters with her as possible.
The next ti a Pishacha lunged toward her, Song ilin suddenly stopped retreating.
She stepped forward instead.
The creature’s claw swept downward.
Song ilin perford a backflip, narrowly avoiding the strike.
At the sa ti, she spotted another Pishacha attempting to attack from her blind spot.
A sharp light flashed through her eyes.
’Got you.’
She instantly closed the distance.
The monster reacted quickly.
Its claw collided with her sword.
Clang!
This ti, however, Song ilin didn’t retreat.
Her sword locked the Pishacha’s claw in place.
The monster struggled violently.
Then—
Brilliant white energy gathered around Song ilin’s blade.
The surrounding spiritual energy surged toward her.
The Pishacha finally sensed danger.
But it was too late.
"Lunar Arts: Moon Fall Piercer!"
A beam of dazzling white light erupted point-blank.
BOOOOOOM!
The attack struck the Pishacha directly.
Unlike ordinary techniques, Moon Fall Piercer concentrated overwhelming destructive power into a single strike.
The monster didn’t even have ti to scream.
Its body rapidly disintegrated beneath the white beam. Then vanished completely.
Not even the ashes remained. One Pishacha was dead.
Song ilin’s face paled slightly. This attack consud a trendous amount of spiritual energy.
The remaining five monsters, however, didn’t care. The mont their companion died, they attacked simultaneously.
Song ilin imdiately launched several flying slashes to force them back while creating distance.
Her mind raced rapidly.
’Two more Moon-Fall Piercers.’
’At most three.’
That was her remaining limit.
If she could eliminate so more Pishachas, her chances of survival might improve slightly.
But plans couldn’t keep up with the changes.
Just as Song ilin was preparing to gather spiritual energy for another Moon Fall Piercer, her instincts suddenly scread in warning.
Several sharp whooshing sounds echoed through the forest behind her.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Her expression changed slightly.
Another enemy? Or, Reinforcents?
Before she could even turn around—
Dozens of tallic bands shot across the battlefield at astonishing speed.
The target wasn’t her.
They were the five remaining Pishachas.
Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!
The tal bands pierced directly through their bodies.
The Pishachas imdiately let out furious shrieks.
However, the attack didn’t stop there. The tal suddenly lost its solid form.
Like a living liquid, it flowed rapidly across the monsters’ bodies.
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