102: Chapter 102 The Emperor's Personal Expedition, Zi Yun's Instincts Awaken

Northern Borders, Luofeng Gorge.

This was the mandatory path to the last isolated city on the front lines, "Wangbei City."

When Su Yun and the others led the army down from the Immortal Boat, what they saw was a scene akin to Hell on earth.

Across the land, broken walls, ruins, and scorched villages were everywhere.

Countless commoners were displaced, fleeing south with their families, their Faces filled with numbness and despair.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and burning, making one want to retch.

"Brutes!"

Phoenix Unrivaled watched her subjects suffer such hardships, her silver teeth clenched in rage, her fists so tight that her nails dug deep into her palms.

Su Yun's expression was also somewhat unsightly.

Although he didn't care much for the lives of these ordinary people, this was his woman's territory after all.

These barbarians showing so little Face was the same as slapping him in the Face.

Just as the army prepared to Move forward and pass through the long, narrow gorge ahead,

A sudden change occurred without any warning.

Wooo—

A strange horn blast echoed from the mountain walls on both sides of the gorge.

Following that, a thick layer of blood-colored mist surged out from the depths of the gorge like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire army.

This mist not only blocked vision but also carried a strange power that eroded spiritual power and Divine Sense.

"Awooo—!"

Accompanied by bursts of scalp-numbing wolf howls,

Countless tall, hideous-looking barbarian wolf cavalrymen charged out from the blood-colored mist like ghosts.

Their eyes were crimson, and their bodies emitted an ominous Devilish Qi as they charged fearlessly toward the Wu Zhou Empire's battle formation.

Behind these wolf cavalrymen, riding atop a giant Black Warg,

A Barbarian Priest holding a bone staff was chanting incantations, constantly fueling the blood mist.

His cultivation had surprisingly reached the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

"Form ranks! Engage the enemy!"

The elites of the Wu Zhou Empire were well-trained after all; despite the suddenness, they reacted immediately.

They quickly formed a defensive formation to withstand the impact of the barbarian Wolf Cavalry.

For a time, battle cries, the clashing of weapons, and screams echoed throughout the gorge.

"A mere ambush, yet you dare to show off your meager skills before me."

Su Yun snorted coldly, preparing to strike and slap that charlatan Barbarian Priest to death.

However, before he could act,

Zi Yun beside him suddenly underwent a strange change.

After sensing the intense Killing Intent and smell of blood around her, a cold glint suddenly flashed in her eyes, which were originally innocent and ignorant.

It was the instinctive reaction to danger belonging to a top-tier Cultivator.

Without even seeking Su Yun's consent, her body moved before her consciousness.

Fairy Ziyun instinctively drew the sword "Ice Soul" from Su Yun's waist—the one Leng Hanshuang had given him.

Then, with a flicker of her figure, she transformed into a white ghost and charged resolutely into the chaotic enemy ranks.

"Zi Yun!" Su Yun was stunned and instinctively called out.

But it was already too late.

Zi Yun, having charged into the enemy ranks, seemed like a completely different person.

Her Face still wore that expressionless, dorky look, but her sword was incredibly fast and precise.

There were no flashy Moves or world-shaking Sword Qi.

There was only the simplest, purest, and most effective slaughter.

Her figure was like a butterfly fluttering through flowers, elegantly weaving through the dense barbarian Wolf Cavalry.

With every strike, a barbarian soldier's throat was bound to be precisely slit.

With every turn, a spray of blood was bound to be kicked up.

She was like a dancer performing an elegant yet fatal dance of death.

Wherever she passed, the barbarian Wolf Cavalry fell in swaths like harvested wheat.

Blood stained the ground beneath her feet, yet not a single drop could touch her pure white dress.

This terrifying and bizarre scene not only stunned the soldiers of Wu Zhou,

But also left the high-and-mighty Barbarian Priest trembling with fear.

"Witch... witch! Kill her! Kill her quickly!"

He screamed in terror, directing his personal guards to surround and kill Zi Yun.

However, before the guards could even get close,

Zi Yun's gaze had already locked onto him.

In the next second, her figure vanished from the spot.

When she reappeared, she had arrived before the Barbarian Priest like a ghost.

The priest didn't even have time to cast his life-saving Spell before he saw a flash of white sword light, incredibly fast, instantly enlarging in his pupils.

Puchi!

The Ice Soul sword pierced through the center of his forehead without resistance.

The battle was over.

With the death of their commander, the remaining barbarian Wolf Cavalry instantly collapsed and were slaughtered like vegetables by the morale-boosted Wu Zhou soldiers.

Not until there wasn't a single standing enemy left in the gorge did the coldness and sharpness in Zi Yun's eyes recede like a tide.

Looking at the corpses littering the ground and the blood-stained sword in her hand, she blinked in confusion, seemingly not understanding what had just happened.

Then, as if remembering something, she dropped the sword and took small, quick steps.

She jogged back to Su Yun's side, looked up with her dusty little Face, and asked excitedly:

"Husband, husband! Was I amazing just now?"

Looking at Zi Yun, who was a god of slaughter one second and back to being his dorky little wife the next, Su Yun's feelings were quite complicated.

He reached out and stroked Zi Yun's head, but his gaze turned toward the deeper parts of the gorge.

There, an even more powerful and evil aura was slowly Awakening.

"Amazing."

"But it seems you've woken up the real big guy."

Just as he finished speaking, a terrifying beast roar, powerful enough to shatter the heavens, echoed from the far end of the gorge.