The endless Cold Beast Army surged out of the forest.

The ground trembled with the thunder of countless hooves.

"Boom!"

"Boom..." The Thunderbird hit the ground and exploded violently, sending shockwaves in all directions.

Amidst the crackling of electricity, the icy voice of the Female Emperor’s Minister suddenly rang out: "Halt!"

A whispering sound echoed in Yang Qingqing’s ears.

Coincidentally, her Ghostly Steed beneath her stiffened its four hooves abruptly.

"Boom!"

A flock of birds swooped down, exploding a few meters in front of the horse’s head.

The Wind Trace Steed had no time to react.

Its limbs stiffened, and half of its horse’s head was engulfed by the flock of thunderbirds due to inertia.

"Neeeeigh~" The Wind Trace Steed let out a piercing scream as the Demon Breath Battle Robe shattered violently.

Yang Qingqing felt a lightness beneath her, as the already ethereal body of the Wind Trace Steed unexpectedly turned transparent.

She fell off the horse directly, and was kicked away by the phantasmal hooves that materialized again.

"Thud!"

Yang Qingqing was kicked heavily to the ground, tumbling around chaotically.

The outline of the Wind Trace Steed was already completely swallowed by the flock of thunderbirds.

"No..." Yang Qingqing murmured, like a stone skipping across the grass.

In an instant, she was kicked hundreds of meters away.

Yet this mere hundred meters was a journey through hell.

Birds bombarded her from all sides, exploding around and on her, covering the Demon Breath Battle Robe with fractures.

"Survive, Master..." The Wind Trace Steed’s voice abruptly ceased.

"Tsss!"

The rapidly tumbling Yang Qingqing dug her five fingers deeply into the ground.

She desperately slowed her momentum and suddenly lifted her head to look into the distance.

Thousands of birds dispersed, leaving only a massive Legendary Roc blotting out the sky, diving toward the shattered remains of the Wind Trace Steed.

"Caw~" The sharp beak pecked at the Demon Soul, swallowing it whole.

As the Legendary Roc swept low, the last vestige of the Wind Trace Steed in the world vanished without a trace.

On the bird’s head, the Female Emperor’s Minister had a glint of cruelty in her cold eyes.

She turned her head and gazed coldly at the despondent Yang Qingqing.

Rose Emperor Spirit, Wind Trace Steed...how much more can you lose?

And your lingering Fire Saber, Rotten Wood Dragon Fish!

If you dare summon them again, I will slaughter them all!

I’m curious,

just how much must I kill before you completely break down and kneel at my feet begging for mercy!

"Caw~"

Shimmering Starlight · Faraway Thunderous Peng!

Just as the South Mountain Female Emperor’s Minister left, the West Mountain Male Emperor’s Minister commanded the Demon Saint · Thundercloud Roc to descend once more!

The Thundercloud Roc, like a bomber, swept over Yang Qingqing’s head, releasing thousands of thunderbirds again.

Yang Qingqing mechanically raised her hand, covering her head with a scroll.

On her stunning face was infinite sorrow and a faint despair.

"Boom!"

"Boom..."

Amidst the deafening explosions, the already uneven grassland was blasted into a deep pit.

Only within a few meters around Yang Qingqing was the grass left intact.

This Seven-foot Map of the Realm had already exhausted everything...

"Surrender, Human Race!" The Male Emperor’s Minister hovered high in the air, standing steadily above the bird’s head.

Clearly, the two ministers were particularly wary of the Seven-foot Map of the Realm.

They were not fools, always attacking from a distance, never getting close to Yang Qingqing.

Especially now, as Yang Qingqing was forced to a dead end, they were even more unwilling to approach.

The Female Emperor’s Minister snorted coldly, also hovering steadily, looking at the Human Race woman below: "This is your last chance, Human Race!

Throw the scroll aside, then crawl to my feet!"

The Male Emperor’s Minister suddenly turned his head to the Female Emperor’s Minister: "We agreed, half each for you and me."

He wasn’t talking about the scroll, but about Yang Qingqing as a person.

The Female Emperor’s Minister gave him a cold glance: "I’ll give you an arm, don’t be greedy.

This person is of great use to us!"

The two ministers, riding on the Demon Saint · Thundercloud Roc, began to divide the spoils right in front of Yang Qingqing.

The battle at this point truly needed an end.

The final barrier was the scroll in the hands of the Human Race woman.

But...that was all there was to it.

In the eyes of the two ministers, this Human Race woman was already a meal on a plate, a slave underfoot.

Yang Qingqing slowly lowered her hand, gazing at the distant, all-encompassing Cold Beast Army, her eyelids gradually drooping.

When initially charging the campgrounds, she shouldn’t have summoned the Rotten Wood Dragon Fish, as from that moment, the Rotten Wood Avatar was gone.

But that was merely wishful thinking.

With a host of Demon Pets, Demon Soldiers, and Spiritual Artifacts, Yang Qingqing naturally wanted to exhaust all efforts, mobilizing all powers to take all beings to salvation.

Rather than surviving alone, abandoning them.

"Sigh..."

Yang Qingqing sighed; perhaps she could enter the Jiangshan Map and eke out an existence.

But would it be meaningful?

As a Spiritual Artifact, survival in front of the Youhan Army was impossible.

The Seven-foot Map of the Realm would inevitably be torn apart and destroyed.

And in the Jiangshan Realm, what could she do?

Be eternally trapped in that fragment of a world, living a lonely and forlorn life to the end?

Maybe,

the story ends here.

To join her parents sooner isn’t such a bad thing.

But her disciple...

"Heh." Yang Qingqing shook her head, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Melancholy and poignant.

A breeze blew, lifting her long black hair, raising the blood-stained hem of her dress.

Maybe he’s already waiting for me over there.

I hope he isn’t.

"Master?" Suddenly, a voice echoed in her mind.