Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!-Chapter 194: The Eagle’s Dashing Presence

Seeing that the pursuing soldiers behind them also exited the valley.

Now they were caught between a rock and a hard place: wolves in front, tigers behind, a rushing river to the left, and towering peaks to the right, feeling utterly trapped with no way out.

Cheng Xiaoxiao knitted her brows tightly, "77, after your 360-degree carpet scan, is there really no way out?"

The energy waves of the system spread out continuously, searching...

"Xiao, we..."

Everyone hesitated to speak, Cheng Xiaoxiao understood, but there was no turning back.

"Host, there’s a last resort, do you want to try it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Around a hundred meters to the right at the foot of the mountain opposite, there is a section of low shrubs."

Cheng Xiaoxiao looked up, seeing only the shadows of trees, nothing else. The shrubs must be hidden behind the tall trees outside.

"Then what?"

"We can open a narrow path temporarily along the rugged mountain wall down below. It’s very narrow and might only allow one person to squeeze through sideways.

Advance about 1000 meters, and there’s a large protruding rock formation. At the top of it is a larger platform. The slope of the mountain above it is steep but climbable. If we can jump onto the platform, there’s a chance to escape."

With no other choice, Cheng Xiaoxiao could only take a gamble; if they found it tough, the pursuers would find it tougher.

She thought for only three seconds before leading everyone straight towards the mountain.

Although everyone trusted Cheng Xiaoxiao, were they really going to climb the mountain? Looking at the towering mountain dozens of meters high, wasn’t this too difficult?

They didn’t even have the ability to rock climb barehanded.

Cheng Jinzhao coughed twice, hastening his pace to walk alongside Cheng Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao! Isn’t that mountain too high? Your brother, I might, might..."

Not wanting to admit his lack of ability in front of the girl he liked, Cheng Jinzhao was embarrassed.

"Shut up!" Cheng Xiaoxiao snapped impatiently.

Cheng Jinzhao wanted to speak, but his third brother pulled him back.

Turning around, he saw his third brother glaring at him, signaling him to keep quiet.

Cheng Jinzhao was sheepishly wondering when he became so unlikeable.

He was just asking an honest question.

Cheng Xiaoxiao was coordinating with the system on the details of the escape route. With such a narrow path, any mishap and the team might be caught up by the pursuers. How could she afford to be careless and waste time listening to Cheng Jinzhao’s nonsense?

She also asked the system to watch over Leng Qi’s situation.

Currently, the system’s attention was also focused outside the North Gate.

The distance was barely enough to cover the situation outside the North Gate.

At this moment, Leng Qi outside the North Gate was covered in cuts, kneeling with one knee on the ground, supporting himself with a sword, blood continuously seeping from the corners of his mouth, his body full of wounds both big and small.

The system was reluctant to watch, only daring to tell the host that Leng Qi was at a disadvantage, possibly unable to defeat Zhuge Fang’s men.

The host asked how many people were besieging Leng Qi, and the system lied.

The way they came was blocked, the host simply could not rescue Leng Qi.

Going would only mean certain death.

Weighing the pros and cons, the host might not go to rescue, but this would haunt her with guilt for a lifetime.

Not knowing might be better.

Cheng Xiaoxiao consoled herself: he said if he couldn’t win, he would escape.

The system thought guiltily, with wounds like that, escaping seemed impossible.

"Is that all you’ve got?"

Leng Qi, blood pouring, continued to taunt.

Even though he had enhanced his combat power, he wasn’t a match for Zhuge Fang’s many Hidden Guards. As time gradually passed, his enhanced combat power was draining with the approaching hour.

Now too weak to resist, he could only glare viciously at his opponent, hoping they wouldn’t notice he had lost ninety-nine percent of his combat power. His belief kept him from taking even one step back.

On the other side, Zhuge Fang on horseback coldly said, "I respect that you’re a real man. If you choose to surrender to me, I’ll grant you a way out."

Looking at the bodies scattered across the ground, Zhuge Fang was deeply pained. Each had been his carefully trained Hidden Guards, and seven or eight people had died, with four or five seriously injured. If this person could make up for those losses...

He couldn’t help but appreciate his talent, thinking if this person could submit to him, he could at least offset the fighting power of ten people.

Leng Qi remained silent, standing quietly in place.

Unmoved as a mountain!

The early autumn breeze was especially refreshing.

It blew gently across the scene, adding to the eerie atmosphere, making it even more desolate and tranquil.

Zhuge Fang grew impatient waiting, unsure if the other party would agree, so he spoke, "Giving you ten breaths to consider, or else, today next year will be your memorial day."

Ten breaths?

Only ten breaths of life remained for him, yet he was extraordinarily calm, with no fluctuations. He was gratified, having managed to stall them for so long before dying.

From the moment he became an assassin, he anticipated such a day. For someone who always had their life hanging by a thread, early or late death made little difference.

Following Cheng Xiaoxiao, he had led too peaceful a life, almost forgetting the bloodshed in the Dark Pavilion.

This way, at least he fulfilled the bond that had lasted so long; he should be content.

The ten breaths passed.

Seeing Leng Qi remain indifferent, Zhuge Fang raised his hand slowly, signaling for the remaining lightly injured Hidden Guards to surround Leng Qi.

They attacked simultaneously, Leng Qi raised his sword to defend.

With just one move, his sword was knocked away, and their long swords uniformly thrust towards him.

Leng Qi calmly closed his eyes, ready to face death.

But just as the swords were about to pierce his chest, an eagle soared through the sky.

Suddenly, it let out a long cry, swooping down.

Plunging directly into the circle of attackers.

It flew very low, almost skimming past above Leng Qi’s head less than a meter away, causing a powerful gust that made others step back a few paces out of fear.

The Hidden Guards didn’t understand why this eagle was acting crazy. Wasn’t this a battlefield? Did it want to become roasted meat by messing around here?

Yet Leng Qi’s eyes shone as he saw the eagle — had the Pavilion Master sent a message back? But with his current condition, he couldn’t receive the message.

On horseback, Zhuge Fang thought this eagle seemed familiar, as if it had appeared once before, and appeared not to be an ordinary eagle. He then had his trusted subordinate hand him a bow and arrow, aiming to shoot it down.

His falcon-like eyes narrowed while aiming at the circling eagle. With a swoosh, the arrow, wrapped in a fierce wind, shot towards the sky. Just before it hit the eagle, the eagle suddenly spiraled downward, dodging Zhuge Fang’s arrow.

Leng Qi sneered, thinking such archery could shoot down the Dark Pavilion’s most prized creature was simply overreaching.

They once attacked it in numbers, yet couldn’t drive it from the air, earning punishment for each Hidden Guard.

Such a display was insignificant.

Zhuge Fang frowned secretly, with his precision archery skills. Yet not hitting such a large eagle felt like a humiliation, so he drew out two more arrows from his quiver, firing both at once.