Their first instinct was to abandon their lone companion and protect the Queen as she evacuated.

"Your Majesty, you can't stay here any longer. You must quickly retreat to a safe place."

Shen Mingzhuang was extremely anxious. What time was it? "Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Both Ling Feng and Ben Yue looked troubled. Shen Mingzhuang got angry. She closed her eyes, then drew the sword from Ling Feng's body, and with a light step, she nimbly kicked the tree trunk and ran towards the lone Shuang Yue.

Shuangyue never expected that the Empress would be implicated because of her. While she was still in shock, Shen Mingzhuang had already grabbed her sleeve. Then she saw the sword, just like that day in the bamboo forest, spinning and flying towards the wolf pack.

In just a moment, the scene before them transformed into a killing field.

When Shen Mingzhuang broke the formation in the bamboo forest, he used two layers of his inner strength. Today, he only used three-tenths of his power, yet he still caused heavy casualties among the wolf pack in front of him.

The wolf pack had never encountered such a situation before. In the blink of an eye, their companion was cleaved in two and lay in a pool of blood. The air was thick with the stench of blood, which made Song Yi, who was hiding in the shadows in a tree and secretly watching everything, fall into deep thought.

He had long suspected that Shen Mingzhuang was hiding some secret. The person who kidnapped her that time was also highly skilled. Even he, who had practiced internal martial arts for many years, was ashamed of his inferiority. That person was one thing, but where did Shen Mingzhuang, who was several years younger than him, learn her martial arts so powerfully at such a young age? It was truly astonishing.

He originally thought that she would come out to find that master, but he did not expect that she really came to ask He Wenshi to come out of the mountains to save people. He Wenqing is a person without martial arts. All he knows is some Qimen Dunjia. He has no real martial arts skills, so he could not be Shen Mingzhuang's master.

In the few breaths he was pondering, a mournful wolf howl echoed in the distance. Song Yi looked up at the full moon overhead, feeling somewhat uneasy.