"Nai~" Bai Yujing immediately stood up, his figure rising, and Du Yu also promptly drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

"Whoosh!"

The blazing Fire Arrow shot straight towards the distant fleeing figure.

"Ahhhh!!!" The Emperor’s Slave roared angrily, his body leaned, dodging the arrow, also shouting something at the far-off army.

"North Mountain?"

"North?!" Above the Cold Beast Array, the two riding the Demon Saint Roc, the Emperor’s Ministers, thought they were seeing things.

The North Mountain Minister stationed at the pasture, how could he be here?

But it was definitely him, no doubt.

The appearance of the North Mountain Minister is the emblem of the High Mountain Pasture; no one from the Cold Race would dare to use such skin.

Under the drizzle, a series of Fire Arrows sped as they shot towards the Emperor’s Slave.

Additionally, the two gray Holy Soldiers from before charged in the direction of the Emperor’s Slave.

The Female Emperor’s Minister’s face instantly stiffened.

"Crack!" Suddenly, a thunderous sound boomed in the sky.

The Female Emperor’s Minister turned her head to see the West Mountain Male Emperor’s Minister commanding the Thundercloud Roc, turning into a massive current.

He wants to reclaim the face he lost in front of the Cold Race Army Array?

Perhaps.

Or maybe the Male Emperor’s Minister had already grasped the power of these two Holy Soldiers, witnessed their speed, hence dared to intervene for rescue.

No doubt, to save one’s life is a grace from the heavens!

"Rumble!"

With just a single fierce boom, the Male Emperor’s Minister commanded the Thundercloud Roc, already positioned behind the two Holy Arrows.

Facing the two arrow tails, the Thundercloud Roc let out another screech: "Screeee~~~"

In an instant, the Thunder and Lightning Torrent burst forth.

He wouldn’t dare face the enemy head-on, only flee wildly.

Chasing down the defeated, the Male Emperor’s Minister charged fearlessly?

In an instant, the two Holy Arrows were disrupted by the current, spinning away.

"Huff!" The Ashen Arrow immediately flared up, sharply turning its tip.

Comparatively, the Tribulation Arrow obeyed more, although slightly disrupted, it wasn’t seriously harmed, strenuously adjusting its angle to continue heading toward its master.

"Hiss..."

"Roar!!!" The Cold Race Army didn’t care that much, seeing their Commander displayed power, they began to shout.

Face, prestige, hadn’t it all been restored?

"Charge!" The Male Emperor’s Minister slapped the bird head, still avoiding a direct clash with the Ashen Arrow, instead heading straight for the fleeing North Mountain Minister.

"Whizz~Whizz~" Several Fire Arrows were dodged by the Emperor’s Slave.

"Speed up, knock him off!" Du Yu squeezed the deer belly tightly with his legs.

Bai Yujing’s feet spewed mist.

Cold Jade· Dust Mist Flash!

"Nai!!!" The snow-white antlers suddenly struck the Emperor’s Slave, fiercely lifting him into the sky.

"Ting~" The Cold Qi Armor gently trembled, clearly wouldn’t shatter from a simple bump.

At the same time, Du Yu drew his bow and nocked an arrow again, murmuring: "Hit."

Inside him, Little Fen Yang wielded Demon Fire, small hand swept past the flickering flame: "Hit."

"Sizzle!"

This Fire Arrow sped wildly, hitting the haphazardly spinning Emperor’s Slave, the tip piercing shallowly into his spine.

This scene was unusual, knowing that the Cold Qi Armor on the Emperor’s Slave wasn’t shattered.

Yet the arrow tip could pierce his body, unless...

The Emperor’s Slave had voluntarily canceled his armor!

"Stop!" The Male Emperor’s Minister’s face turned aghast, realizing the rapidly diving Thundercloud Roc was about to crash into the North Mountain Minister.

"Stop, stop!" Simultaneously, the Emperor’s Slave also shouted loudly, ordering the Thundercloud Roc to halt its charge.

The two Emperor’s Ministers spoke simultaneously, startling the Demon Saint· Thundercloud Roc considerably.

The Thundercloud Roc suddenly ceased its electrical current, spreading wings, its forward momentum sharply declined.

"Go!" The Male Emperor’s Minister reached for the Emperor’s Slave, regardless of much else, after all, the Holy Arrows from behind were in pursuit.

"Thud," a muffled sound echoed!

As the Emperor’s Slave landed on the bird head, a whip-like leg swept the West Mountain Male Emperor’s Minister off.

Male Emperor’s Minister: ???

He flew backward, grasping wildly: "You..."

The Emperor’s Slave paid no attention, knelt on the bird head, sharply shouted: "Go, return to the army’s camp, Thunder Peng Thousand Miles!"

"Throw him off! Don’t listen to him! Come and get me!" The Male Emperor’s Minister’s voice grew distant, his cries heart-wrenching.

"Smack!"

The Emperor’s Slave slapped the bird head again: "Obey! Return to the army’s camp!"

The Emperor’s Slave not only spoke rapidly but repeated his words continuously.

Compared to the ever-fading voice of the Male Emperor’s Minister, the countless whispers of the Emperor’s Slave quickly filled the Demon Saint· Thundercloud Roc’s mind.

"Scree~~~"

The electric current flashed, the Thundercloud Roc swiftly darted away.

"Thud," a heavy muffled sound, the West Mountain Male Emperor crashed heavily onto the grassland, creating a deep pit.

The Cold Beast Army’s face was bewildered, the Female Emperor’s Minister’s was ashen!

What does this mean?

The North Mountain Minister betrayed?

No, impossible!

The subjects of the Youhan Tree, how could they betray?

How could the esteemed Emperor’s Minister stoop to join the lowly Human Race camp?

So... the North Mountain Minister went mad, for survival, he disregarded everything?

On the back of the Immortal Deer, Du Yu leapt, directly rolling off the deer.

From afar, his gloomy words echoed: "It’s yours, Master Qing."

Yang Qingqing turned her head, seeing Du Yu rolling on the ground to relieve force, then standing up, raising his hand high.

The Ashen Arrow and Tribulation Arrow immediately turned direction, rushing toward Du Yu’s wrist.

Yang Qingqing’s eyes were sharp, she lightly lifted the antlers: "Mountain Fire, can you still?"

"Nai!" Bai Yujing obeyed the mistress’s command, soaring high.