Their momentum surged, like ten thousand horses galloping.
The thousands of trees beneath their feet seemed ready to be uprooted by the tidal wave of qi.
The nine black-clad men condensed their full cultivation, determined to dye this night a vivid crimson.
Yun Aotian looked at Feng Jiuge with an icy gaze, his tightly pressed lips carrying an indescribable sense of oppression. "I'll trust you just this once."
His voice was calm and low, yet carried a kingly dominance that came as naturally as breathing. Before his words had even finished, one hand swiftly grasped Feng Jiuge's left hand while the other transformed into a blade edge, rapidly slashing across her right arm.
"Quickly—drip blood to recognize the master!"
She had only ever heard that subduing demonic beasts to form contracts required blood recognition, yet this ring was merely an inanimate object—why did it need such trouble?
Feng Jiuge couldn't be bothered to think about it and directly pressed her injured arm against the ring. Something that could make such a powerful man care so much was definitely no ordinary item. Losing a couple drops of blood was no loss.
In an instant, Yun Aotian's entire body was frozen into ice. The backlash from within himself left him without even the ability to resist.
In an instant, the nine black-clad men closed in, divine weapons suffused with dense killing intent crashing down from above, sweeping everything around them clean and reducing it all to flying ash.
In an instant, Feng Jiuge felt her body fill with an overwhelmingly domineering force. A wave of blue qi surged up, violently erupting from within the ring.
"So strong!"
The power within this ring wasn't merely one or two levels stronger than hers—it was a height she could not hope to cross.
She focused her mind and calmed her qi, transforming the blue light from the ring into thousands upon thousands of light swords out of thin air, firing them all simultaneously. Sparks flew everywhere along their path, accompanied by the massive roar of interweaving thunder and lightning, every crash deafening.
"Boom—"
Blue and purple halos intersected, colliding with increasingly intense sparks.
Yet the shift lasted only a moment. The countless blue light swords seemed to be absorbed by those black-clad men, vanishing without a trace, yet those men still hovered safely in midair, the purple aura around their bodies flickering in and out of sight.
Feng Jiuge raised her left hand, glancing sideways at the sapphire ring faintly glowing with blue light, prepared to strike those black-clad men again at any moment. Yet she was stopped by a furious roar from beside her: "Don't use it again!"
Don't use it? Not using it meant waiting for death!
Feng Jiuge had no intention of listening to Yun Aotian, but the moment she looked up, she saw those black-clad men's bodies seem to be pierced through from the inside by the countless blades they had just absorbed, shattering into thousands of fragments in midair.
The destruction came with the speed of a calamity—green mountains were leveled, and dust flew everywhere.
Just like yesterday, all evidence was obliterated without a trace.
Feng Jiuge collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, feeling as if her entire body had been pricked by Rong Mama's needles, the pain making her grimace and bare her teeth.
"Hey, are you alright..."
Her words seemed to dissolve in the still biting wind; only her own hollow echo remained. Feng Jiuge lifted her eyes to look at Yun Aotian, and the moment her gaze touched that man, even her strong little heart skipped a beat in terror.
Yun Aotian's entire body was encased in crystal-clear ice. Moonlight shone into the ice layer, and she could still see his tightly pressed lips and resolute brows and eyes, maintained exactly in their previous state.
That thick layer of ice emitted a piercing cold, waves of mist curling around the ice figure. Feng Jiuge circled Yun Aotian twice, her expression easing, and suddenly smiled with narrowed eyes.
"Tell me, should I save you, or not?"