So what if he died? At least he died in a fight, which is better than being killed indiscriminately.

"All cultivators! Fight!"

Bai Ying, carrying a sharp sword, rode a two-zhang-long azure dragon, single-handedly taking on a thousand men.

"kill!"

Everyone let out a final roar.

...

Imperial Island fell.

Covered in blood, Shen Rongrong carried the unconscious Bai Ying on her back and flew to Dongzhou.

Following her were Hei Miao, Li Wan, and Guo Mingwu.

The invaders' advance slowed.

But this has little to do with the dragons' resistance.

Because the Star Kingdom's islands are scattered, they don't divide their forces; they just attack one island at a time.

In this way, Shen Rongrong had a chance to escape.

"Rongrong, how many days has it been?"

Hei Miao sat down on the border between the Eastern and Southern Continents. She sat on the ground and asked weakly.

She was exhausted.

Shen Rongrong put down the seriously injured Bai Ying, and Li Wan and Guo Mingwu came over to treat her wounds.

Shen Rongrong sighed, "It's been ten days."

"How is Leng Feiran doing?"

Hei Miao gave a bitter laugh.

She wished Leng Feiran would come and kill her right now.

Why has it taken so long?

However, she also knew that becoming an emperor was not something one could simply do at will.

She was too strict with Leng Feiran and Yue Qingling.

In just one month, cultivators at the Xuanji Realm were transformed into Great Emperors.

Normally, this would be nothing short of a pipe dream.

Shen Rongrong remained silent.

All she wants now is to see Yue Qingling; even if it means dying together with him, it would be worth it.

"Boom!"

Behind the five women, the sound of the earth trembling came.

Shen Rongrong and Hei Miao turned pale.

Even without being reminded, Li Wan, who hadn't cultivated much, already knew.

The intruders have caught up with us.

It has to be said that these monsters are incredibly fast at killing people.

When you meet someone, you fight. If there is resistance, you increase the numbers until you kill them all. Once you're done, you leave and move on to the next place.

They didn't give them even the slightest chance to catch their breath.

The beautiful woman had a calm and resolute expression on her face. She gently hugged Guo Mingwu, who had started to cry, stroked her head, and comforted her with a smile: "Mingwu, don't cry. It's just death. Mother will be with you."

"Mother..."

Guo Mingwu held Li Wan tightly, trembling with fear.

They were too exhausted to run.

All we can do is wait to die.

At this moment, Shen Rongrong grabbed Hei Miao and, without saying a word, transferred the last bit of spiritual energy she had to Hei Miao.

"Run! You are the successor of Empress Qingyue. You have a chance to live."

Hei Miao stared blankly at the woman in front of her. Although they didn't have much interaction, the woman had given her her only hope for survival.

"Miao'er, let's go."

Li Wan bit her lip, her lips trembling as she spoke.

The fear of death made her tremble, but she still wanted Hei Miao to leave.

Hei Miao, panting heavily, slowly stood up and looked at the approaching Hei Chao.

She finally gave a wry smile: "Leave? Where to?"

She took out her large sword, held it horizontally in front of the four women, and raised it.

She knew it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

But she really didn't want to run away anymore.

"Boom boom boom!"

The territory spanned three continents, causing the number of invaders to surge.

Just by running, they kick up clouds of dust.

The land of Dongzhou trembled incessantly.

Shen Rongrong closed her eyes in despair.

Li Wan also covered Guo Mingwu's eyes, lowered her head, and softly hummed Guo Mingwu's favorite children's song from childhood.

Listening to her mother's gentle songs, Guo Mingwu actually relaxed.

Perhaps, dying in one's mother's arms is a kind of happiness.

Hei Miao knew her death was imminent. She raised her broadsword and weakly slashed forward.