Just as the man in black was about to strike again, she suddenly rolled on the ground, and before he could react, she quickly got up and ran away into the distance.

"Damn it!" the man in black roared and immediately gave chase.

Zhao Yuwei's heart was pounding like a drum. She knew that she was at her limit and had no strength left to fight back.

As she ran, she observed the surrounding terrain, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, running towards a valley shrouded in thick fog.

"Hmph, trying to escape?" The man in black sneered and quickened his pace.

Zhao Yuwei fled desperately under the cover of smoke.

Her clothes were already torn by tree branches, and blood seeped from the wounds, but she gritted her teeth and dared not stop.

A roar of anger came from behind.

"I can't die, I absolutely can't die!" Zhao Yuwei kept shouting in her heart, this was the only belief that supported her to keep going.

Her legs were already aching terribly, and her lungs felt like they were on fire, but the instinct to survive drove her forward.

The figure in black moved swiftly through the woods, like a black lightning bolt.

His eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, and a ferocious smile played on his lips.

"Little girl, you can't escape!" he roared.

Zhao Yuwei felt her strength rapidly waning, and each step became increasingly difficult.

Her vision began to blur, and all she could hear was her own rapid breathing and the frantic pounding of her heart.

"Am I really going to die here?" Despairing thoughts kept flooding my mind.

Just as Zhao Yuwei felt she was about to collapse from exhaustion, a dazzling white light suddenly shone in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, two more white lights flashed by, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky.

Zhao Yuwei barely managed to look up and saw three figures descending from the sky, landing steadily in front of her.

The leader was an old man with a white beard, who was none other than the Ninth Elder of the Huayun Sect.

He was dressed in a white robe, his hair and beard were all white, but his eyes were like lightning, and he exuded a powerful aura.

The Ninth Elder, with his sharp eyes, immediately recognized the man in black behind him and shouted angrily, "Poisonous bait, where do you think you're going?"

Upon hearing the Ninth Elder's voice, Poisoned Bait's expression changed drastically.

He clearly hadn't expected to run into his old rival here.

"You old scoundrel, why aren't you staying in the Huayun Sect? Why are you meddling in other people's business here!" Poisonous Bait said through gritted teeth. He turned around and tried to run away again, but the Ninth Elder wouldn't give him that chance.

"Poisonous bait, today is your death day!" The Ninth Elder shouted sharply, his figure moving like lightning, instantly blocking the way for Poisonous Bait.

His two disciples also acted quickly, surrounding the poisoned bait.

Zhao Yuwei collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

She was both surprised and delighted by the sudden turn of events.

"Could it be that I'm saved?" she thought to herself with secret relief.

Upon seeing this, the Ninth Elder immediately ordered his two disciples, "Form the formation!"

His voice was like thunder, awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Upon hearing this, the two disciples immediately sprang into action, and the magical artifacts in their hands instantly shone brightly, so brightly that it was blinding.

Streaks of spiritual light intertwined in the air, instantly forming a profound and complex array.

The poisoned bait was startled by this sudden turn of events, but quickly realized what was happening and desperately tried to break through the formation to escape.

However, no matter how much he struggled, the power of the formation was like a net, binding him firmly within it.

The poisoned bait finally realized that it could not escape death, and suddenly burst into laughter.

His laughter was full of madness.

"Ninth Elder, even if I die here today, our Demon Gods will soon leave the seal of Wushan, and then it will be a living hell for your immortal sect!"

These words struck like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of everyone present.

The Ninth Elder's expression instantly turned serious, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Before the words were even finished, the poisoned bait's body suddenly began to throb at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His skin turned bright red, veins bulged, and he looked like a balloon about to burst.

The powerful energy fluctuations caused the surrounding air to tremble, the leaves to shake violently, and the ground to begin to crack.

Zhao Yuwei was already seriously injured, and at this moment she was even more powerless to resist this violent force.

She felt dizzy and her vision blurred.

"Could this be...the final ending...?" Her consciousness began to blur, and the world before her eyes gradually turned black.

Before she completely lost consciousness, she seemed to hear a deafening explosion.

With a deafening roar, the poisoned bait's body transformed into a dazzling ball of light and exploded instantly.

A powerful shockwave swept across the surrounding area, uprooting the trees and creating a huge crater in the ground.

When the smoke cleared, the scene was a complete mess.

Gan Feng, the disciple standing beside the Ninth Elder, felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing the horrific scene.

He turned to his master and asked cautiously, "Ninth Elder, what should we do with this girl?"

The Ninth Elder looked down at the unconscious Zhao Yuwei, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

He pondered for a moment, then finally made up his mind and said, "Gan Feng, take her to the clinic and make sure she gets better."

Gan Feng respectfully replied "Yes," then carefully picked up Zhao Yuwei and prepared to leave.

The scene shifts to outside the Ming Cult palace.

Xiao Feng crept behind a stone pillar at the palace entrance, holding his breath and closely watching the movements inside the palace.

His heart was pounding, and he was terrified of being discovered.

Just then, he saw the high priest sneaking into the Ming Cult palace, his behavior even more suspicious than that of a thief.

Xiao Feng's heart skipped a beat, wondering what the High Priest was up to. He would never be so sneaky under normal circumstances.

He gritted his teeth and decided to risk following them to find out what was going on.

He followed cautiously behind the high priest, using the shadows of the palace for cover.

The high priest looked around nervously, which deepened Xiao Feng's suspicions.

Finally, at a deserted corner, Xiao Feng seized the opportunity, jumped out suddenly, and grabbed the high priest's sleeve.

"High Priest, where are you going?"

The high priest was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that he almost screamed out loud.

He quickly gestured for Xiao Feng to be quiet, then pulled him along to a more secluded corner.

"Xiao Feng, something terrible has happened! The sect leader has now defected to the Demonic Sect! We're doomed!"

The high priest's voice trembled violently.

Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the High Priest.

His keen intuition, unique to time travelers, made him sense something unusual.

Xiao Feng leaned forward slightly, his tone steady yet carrying a hint of pressure, and asked, "High Priest, how exactly did you know that Wu Hai had already defected to the Ming Cult?"

Upon hearing this, the high priest's Adam's apple bobbed noticeably, and the muscles in his face twitched involuntarily.

He subconsciously shrank his neck back, as if trying to curl himself up into a ball.