"Mm."

Forbidden City: "What’s going on outside... outside? Are you in danger?"

"Human Race." From high above, the cold voice of the Female Emperor’s Minister sounded again, "If you don’t surrender, you will be crushed."

In the distant north, thousands of troops and horses were rushing in.

Could this Seven-foot Map of the Realm really contain such a torrent of an army?

"Hoo~"

Suddenly, a surge of Demon Breath arose in front of Yang Qingqing.

Within the Acupoint Home, the Forbidden City was unaware of what was happening outside.

But through the Contract Threads, the Forbidden City sensed a thread of emotion from its master.

As a reliable Demon Pet, the Forbidden City dared not appear rashly before being summoned by its master. The battlefield is serious and ever-changing, and acting without orders could easily backfire.

But now, the Forbidden City couldn’t sit still, for its master’s emotions were completely off!

"Boo!" The Forbidden City abruptly withdrew a Bamboo Stick, vigilantly scanning its surroundings.

"Oh?" The Male Emperor’s Minister was slightly taken aback.

Chi Bear Race?

Wasn’t this race already extinct?

Where exactly did this woman of the Human Race come from?

While shocked, the Male Emperor’s Minister’s expression also turned a bit unusual.

This seemed to be a Demon General Chi Bear, appearing on the battlefield, serving no purpose at all.

On the other side, high above, the cold voice of the Female Emperor’s Minister came, "Seems like you still have something to lose!"

At this moment, Yang Qingqing appeared oblivious to the Female Emperor’s Minister’s words.

She stared blankly at the Forbidden City before her, feeling as if this scene was somewhat familiar.

Bamboo Shadow Thunder Pool?!

Indeed, that mysterious Thunder Pool had long shown her this scene...

High in the sky, the Female Emperor’s Minister slapped the bird’s head, gritting coldly, "Watch closely! I will personally tear your Demon Pet..."

Before finishing, the sound abruptly stopped.

"Rumble!" In the sky, clouds thickened, lightning flashed, and thunder roared, yet it did not originate from the Thundercloud Roc.

Drizzling rain instantly enveloped the field.

The two Emperor’s Ministers sharply turned their heads, gazing towards the southern sky.

Under the gray mist of the sky, a snow-white deer shadow swiftly darted through the Rain Curtain.

In the next moment, the two Emperor’s Ministers widened their eyes!

That is... that is?!

In the world where gray mist swirled, a gigantic charred Arrow suddenly took shape.

It was wrapped in Flame Dragons, baring their fangs and claws, unleashing endless flames, and rushing in swiftly!

And behind it, the boundless Gray Rocket Arrows suddenly spread out.

Covering the sky, overwhelming!

Yang Qingqing stared blankly at this scene, seemingly different from the image shown by the Bamboo Shadow Thunder Pool.

Which part of the future changed?

Not important.

What’s important is... he’s still alive...

"Holy Soldier! Two Holy Soldiers! Retreat for a moment, don’t go against!"

"Return to form a formation!" Facing this avalanche-like rainstorm of Arrows, the two Emperor’s Ministers showed completely different reactions.

The Thundercloud Roc controlled by the two Emperor’s Ministers turned and fled, even overflowing the Thunder Peng Thousand Miles.

But the Male Emperor’s Minister purely dodged, flying away, avoiding the edge.

While the Female Emperor’s Minister rushed towards the Cold Beast Army, organizing the Cold Beast Army to utilize the Defense Demon Skill.

"Whoosh~"

Among the sky-filled Gray Rocket Arrows, one Arrow was quite conspicuous.

It was scarlet red and differed in the trajectory from others.

This Fire Arrow charged straight towards the thousands of troops, aimed at the lone Human Race woman standing still.

"Pff~"

The scarlet Fire Arrow exploded directly, revealing a familiar figure standing before Yang Qingqing.

Du Yu didn’t know what the woman had gone through.

But her mournful gaze, her beautiful but sad smile, and her bloodstained tragic appearance spoke volumes enough.

Yang Qingqing: "You... uh."

"Master Qing." Du Yu suddenly extended his hand, tightly embracing the blood-covered woman.

Yang Qingqing’s body stiffened slightly, her chin resting against Du Yu’s shoulder.

At this moment, thousands of Fire Arrows flew over the heads of the two.

Gradually, Yang Qingqing’s stiff palms fell onto Du Yu’s back.

On this life-and-death battlefield, she quietly closed her eyes.

Ever since exiling to the Otherworld Continent, she had never felt this at peace.

In this stabilizing embrace, scenes of separating from loved ones, endless sorrow and pain transformed into a touch of grievance, surged to the heart of this seasoned Warrior.

Gradually, her arms wrapped around Du Yu’s body, hugging tighter.

...

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