"Everyone!" The Legendary Roc beneath the South Mountain Female Emperor’s Minister crackled with electricity, shooting straight toward the sky above the Cold Beast Army.

Her sharp shout was incredibly penetrating. She whipped around, pointing a hand at the charred giant arrow: "Wind!"

"Hiii—liyuuu~"

"Hiii—liyuuu!" Countless Wind Trace Steeds stamped their hooves in a frenzy, neighing loudly.

Demon Skill·Little Wind Blow!

A single Little Wind Blow was nothing at all to the Ashen Arrow.

But what about a thousand Little Wind Blows?

This Cold Beast Legion that had charged out from the main camp was no rabble.

Five hundred Cold Race fighters, a thousand Wind Trace Steeds, plus five hundred Electric Little Stars!

What concept is that?

One man, two mounts, and everyone had an Electric Little Star guarding their body!

Under normal circumstances, one member of the Cold Race could control three Cold Beasts of the same Level as themselves.

If a Cold clansman was controlling a Cold Beast one Level higher than themselves, it was best to use a 1+1 configuration.

The North Mountain Minister stationed at the High Mountain Pasture earlier was the best example.

He, as a Sixth Level Minister, controlled one Seventh Level Demon Saint, plus one Sixth Level Demon Emperor’s Bell Orchid Bell.

In other words, this Cold Race legion currently arrayed on the open Grassland already had their unit configuration maxed out!

It was obvious that this suddenly-appearing Human Race who had stormed their formation, Yang Qingqing, was hated to the bone by the Cold troops!

Not only were two Ministers chasing her down, there was also an elite team close on her heels, cutting off every avenue of escape.

And facts proved the Cold Race legion’s judgment correct.

This powerful Human Race expert Yang Qingqing did indeed have backup, and her partner’s entrance was utterly explosive!

"Whoosh~"

"Whoooosh!!!" Over a thousand violent Little Wind Blows had already undergone a qualitative change, turning into a terrifying storm.

The forward momentum of the Ashen Arrow plummeted, and the endless Flames it was flinging out were instantly blown backward.

Along with that, the Tribulation Arrow, covered in gray fire, was also dyed by the cinnabar-red Flames.

"Hmph." Seeing the rain of arrows in the sky abruptly slow, the Female Emperor’s Minister let out a cold snort.

She reached down a large hand, stroking the bird head beneath her knee: "Blow it to pieces!"

"Screeeee~~~"

The Legendary Roc beat its wings, hovering in the air to the rear and above the thousand-strong cavalry regiment, its whole body once again wreathed in electricity.

Demon Skill·Thunderbird Thousand Assault!

In an instant, tens of thousands of Thunderbirds surged out and plunged headfirst into the raging storm.

Borrowing wind for thunder?

Under special circumstances, it really could be done.

Countless Thunder-and-lightning birds, driven by the howling wind with terrifying momentum, wildly bombarded the endless Fire Arrows in the sky.

"Bang!"

"Rumble rumble..."

Tens of thousands of Tribulation Arrows were blasted by tens of thousands of Thunderbirds, and in that horrifying storm, they were all flipped back.

As for that charred, massive Ashen Arrow, it received special attention from the Thunderbirds.

"So that’s all." The South Mountain Female Emperor’s Minister’s face was icy, her posture arrogant.

So what if they’re Holy Soldiers?

So what if there are two Holy Soldiers?

This Emperor comes with hundreds of soldiers, over a thousand Cold Beasts, and beneath me is the utterly domineering Demon Saint·Thundercloud Peng.

And you still think you can break my formation?

"Hiss..."

"Roar!!!" The Cold Race fighters roared one after another, their momentum reaching the heavens!

For a time, the Female Emperor’s Minister’s bearing became even more imperious, and she even cast a distant glance at the Male Emperor’s Minister.

The West Mountain Male Emperor’s Minister’s expression turned somewhat ugly; he had no choice but to admit he’d truly been intimidated.

He couldn’t help it; that barrage of arrows had been overwhelmingly ferocious—anyone who saw it would feel a chill in their heart.

It was understandable that the Male Emperor’s Minister had wanted to avoid the edge.

But now, with the two Holy Soldiers slinking back in defeat, and the Cold Race troops alone roaring like a tidal wave, compared with the scene of him just now fleeing in a panic...

The Male Emperor’s Minister only felt his cheeks burning hot.

The soldiers under his command certainly didn’t dare say anything.

But the Female Emperor’s Minister’s cold, mocking gaze made his mentality explode!

Meanwhile, over a thousand meters away, Du Yu held the blood-soaked woman in his arms, his expression extremely dark.

He spoke in his mind: "Come back first, regroup, and then fight again!"

"Nai~" Bai Yujing quietly drifted down, standing behind Du Yu, looking at the blood-streaked face of the woman on his shoulder.

In spite of herself, a trace of heartache flashed in Bai Yujing’s eyes.

She lowered her Deer Head, stretched out her tender pink tongue, and gently licked the woman’s cheek.

For once, Bai Yujing didn’t dislike the filth.

Yang Qingqing’s gaze softened; she raised her palm and gently stroked the snow-white Deer Head.

Then her hand suddenly stiffened. What had she just seen?

Her line of sight swept past the side of Bai Yujing; in the far distance, a figure was sprinting madly toward them!

"Cold Race." Yang Qingqing said in a low voice.

"That’s my servant, the North Mountain Minister. I call him Emperor’s Slave." Du Yu naturally understood what Yang Qingqing was referring to.

He scooped up the woman’s graceful, delicate body and raised a hand upward.

Bai Yujing caught on instantly and quickly knelt down.

A three-meter-tall Dust Spirit Deer wasn’t something just anyone could mount; the threshold was very high.

Du Yu placed Master Qing on Bai Yujing’s back and naturally straightened her filthy, blood-stained skirt.

It was hard to imagine that, before the two armies, in the midst of a climactic battle, he would actually do such a thing...

"Cinnabar Red?" Yang Qingqing lowered her head, watching her disciple carefully arrange the hem of her dress.

As a master, she should be reminding her disciple to focus on the battlefield and not be distracted.

But in every move Du Yu made, there was an indescribable confidence.

Even though... both Holy Soldiers had just suffered setbacks in succession.

Du Yu wasn’t discouraged, he wasn’t flustered—he acted as if nothing had happened.

Du Yu spoke softly: "Since we can’t break the formation head-on, then we’ll tear them apart from the inside!"

As he spoke, Du Yu swung himself up onto the deer, taking the seat in front of Master Qing: "Charge toward the Emperor’s Slave. Control your speed, don’t actually catch up."