Go straight to battle

Just as the black-clothed person was about to attack again, she suddenly rolled on the ground, and before the opponent could react, she quickly got up and ran wildly into the distance.

"Damn it!" The black-clothed person roared and immediately chased after her.

Zhao Yuwei's heart pounded like a drum; she knew she was at the end of her rope and had no strength left to contend with the opponent.

As she ran, she observed the surrounding terrain, and suddenly, an idea struck her. She ran towards a valley shrouded in dense fog.

"Hmph, trying to escape?" The black-clothed person snorted coldly and quickened his pace.

Zhao Yuwei fled desperately under the cover of the smoke.

Her clothes were already torn by branches, and blood seeped from her wounds, but she gritted her teeth and dared not stop.

The black-clothed person's roar came from behind.

"I can't die, absolutely can't die!" Zhao Yuwei kept shouting in her heart; this was the only belief supporting her to continue forward.

Her legs were already sore and aching, and her lungs felt like they were on fire, but the instinct for survival drove her to keep going.

The figure of the black-clothed person moved quickly through the forest, like a black flash of lightning.

His eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, and a sinister smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Little girl, you can't escape!" he roared.

Zhao Yuwei felt her physical strength rapidly draining, and every step became increasingly difficult.

Her vision began to blur, and the only sounds in her ears were her own rapid gasps and the frantic pounding of her heart.

"Could it be... am I really going to die here...?" Thoughts of despair constantly surged into her mind.

Just as Zhao Yuwei felt she was about to collapse from exhaustion, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up the sky.

Immediately after, two more white lights flashed, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky.

Zhao Yuwei managed to raise her head and saw three figures descend from the sky, landing steadily in front of her.

The leader was an old man with a white beard, none other than the Ninth Elder of the Hua Yun Sect.

He wore a white robe, his hair and beard were all white, but his eyes were like lightning, and a powerful aura emanated from his body.

The Ninth Elder's gaze was sharp, and he immediately recognized the black-clothed person behind him, roaring, "Poison Bait, where do you think you're running?"

Poison Bait's face changed drastically upon hearing the Ninth Elder's voice.

He clearly did not expect to encounter this old nemesis here.

"Old man, instead of staying properly at the Hua Yun Sect, you come here to meddle!" Poison Bait said through gritted teeth. He turned to continue fleeing, but how could the Ninth Elder give him this chance?

"Poison Bait, today is your day of death!" The Ninth Elder roared fiercely, his figure like lightning, instantly blocking Poison Bait's path.

His two Disciples also quickly took action, surrounding Poison Bait.

Zhao Yuwei collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.

She looked at the sudden turn of events before her, feeling both shock and joy.

"Could it be... I'm saved?" she secretly rejoiced.

Seeing this, the Ninth Elder immediately ordered his two Disciples beside him, "Form the array!"

His voice was like thunder, shaking people's hearts.

The two Disciples immediately acted upon hearing the command. The Magic Treasures in their hands instantly shone brightly, so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

Lines of spiritual light intertwined in the air, forming a profound and complex array in the blink of an eye.

Poison Bait was momentarily stunned by this sudden development, then reacted, desperately trying to break through the array and escape.

However, no matter how he struggled, the power of the array was like a net from heaven and earth, firmly binding him within it.

Poison Bait finally realized he could not escape death and suddenly laughed uproariously towards the sky.

His laughter was filled with madness.

"Ninth Elder, even if I die here today, our Demon God will soon leave the Wushan Seal! At that time, it will be Hell on earth for you Immortal Sect people!"

These words were like a heavy hammer, striking hard at everyone present.

The Ninth Elder's face instantly became solemn, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Before he finished speaking, Poison Bait's body suddenly began to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His skin turned crimson, his veins bulged, and he looked like a balloon about to explode.

The powerful energy fluctuations caused the surrounding air to tremble, the leaves shook wildly, and the ground began to crack.

Zhao Yuwei was already seriously injured, and at this moment, she was even less able to resist this violent force.

She only felt dizzy, and her vision was blurry.

"Could it be... this is... the final outcome...?" Her consciousness began to fade, and the world before her gradually turned black.

Before she completely lost consciousness, she seemed to hear an earth-shattering explosion.

With a loud bang, Poison Bait's body turned into a dazzling ball of light and instantly exploded.

The powerful shockwave swept through the surroundings, uprooting the nearby trees, and a huge crater appeared on the ground.

When the dust settled, the scene was already a mess.

Gan Feng, the Disciple beside the Ninth Elder, looked at the tragic scene and couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

He turned to look at his Revered Master and cautiously asked, "Ninth Elder, what should we do about this girl?"

The Ninth Elder looked down at the unconscious Zhao Yuwei, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

He pondered for a moment, finally making up his mind and said, "Gan Feng, take her to the medical hall. Make sure to heal her."

Gan Feng respectfully responded with "Yes" and then carefully picked up Zhao Yuwei, preparing to leave.

The scene shifted to outside the Ming Cult palace.

Xiao Feng tiptoed and hid behind a stone pillar at the palace entrance, holding his breath, closely observing the movements inside the palace.

His heart was pounding, afraid of being discovered.

Just then, he saw the High Priest sneak into the Ming Cult palace. His behavior was even more suspicious than a thief.

Xiao Feng's heart stirred, thinking, what is the High Priest doing? He never usually acts so sneakily.

He gritted his teeth and decided to take the risk and follow him to find out.

He carefully followed behind the High Priest, using the shadows inside the palace to cover himself.

The High Priest looked around nervously, which further deepened Xiao Feng's suspicion.

Finally, at an unmanned corner, Xiao Feng seized the opportunity, suddenly jumped out, and grabbed the High Priest's sleeve.

"High Priest, where are you going?"

The High Priest was scared out of his wits by this sudden turn of events, almost screaming out.

He quickly motioned to Xiao Feng not to make a sound, then pulled him to a more secluded corner.

"Xiao Feng, this is bad! The Sect Leader has already defected to the Demon Sect! It's over, it's over!"

The High Priest's voice trembled violently.

Xiao Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the High Priest with sharp gaze.

His keen intuition, unique to a transmigrator, made him sense something unusual.

Xiao Feng leaned slightly, his tone steady but with a hint of pressure, and asked, "High Priest, how exactly did you know the news that Wu Hai has already defected to the Ming Cult?"

Upon hearing this, the High Priest's Adam's apple clearly bobbed, and the muscles in his face twitched unconsciously.

He instinctively pulled his neck back, as if trying to shrink into a ball.