Hearing the white fairy’s warning, Feng Wu dashed off without hesitation.
But before she left, she slid the blade across the Spiritual Lord’s throat.
The Spiritual Lord wanted to cry for help, but he was too late.
Poof!
Blood gushed out of the gash on his neck.
The Spiritual Lord stared at Feng Wu in disbelief.
He wanted to turn around to look at the Spiritual King and ask him why he wouldn’t help him.
But he never had the chance.
Because he was dead before he could do so.
D*mn it!
The Spiritual King cursed inwardly.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but he couldn’t.
Because a ghost-like being came out of nowhere and started attacking him.
As soon as he tried to fight back, he was confined by his opponent’s spiritual essence, and neither of them could move.
So, he had to watch as the Spiritual Lord fell.
Gritting his teeth, he started attacking the semi-transparent being.
Feng Wu ran as fast as she could, brushing past the trees that flanked the path.
“I can’t stop! I must keep running!” After finding a direction, she nimbly jumped around the woods like a cat.
There was one Spiritual King and five Spiritual Lords left.
If the five Spiritual Lords joined hands…
Feng Wu felt like crying.
I can’t be that unlucky, right?
Just then, she sensed something dangerous ahead of her.
Ahead?
Feng Wu narrowed her eyes.
She couldn’t see anyone for several hundred meters ahead of her. It was just a normal road.
However…
She then noticed two trees that had a rather eerie feel about them.
They felt unnaturally still.
Feng Wu’s stomach lurched. When she looked again, she saw a thin string tied between them, so thin that it was barely detectable.
The string was transparent so that it was almost invisible in the sunlight. Feng Wu only knew it was there because of past experience.
Because she had done it to other people before.
Feng Wu was glad that she was sharp enough. Otherwise, if she ran into the string at her current speed, she might have gotten her head cut off.
She made a sudden turn when she was 10 meters away and headed for the northwest.
She chose that direction because it was closer to the exit of the woods. If Jun Linyuan came to rescue her, that would be the shortest route.
However, as soon as she turned, two figures jumped down from the trees.
Both were very capable men.
One was a Level 3 Spiritual Lord, and the other one a Level 4.
Being a mere Level 1 Spiritual Lord, Feng Wu wasn’t their match.
The two cultivators glanced at each other, and both seemed frustrated.
What a cunning girl. She had spotted the transparent string.
“Let’s go! We must kill her!”
The two Spiritual Lords spoke in unison.
