Uncle Fu brought a chair from somewhere and sat leisurely in it, watching the melee in front of him.
"Hey, you female slave, weren't you so arrogant just now? Why aren't you yelling now?"
His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it sounded jarring to Chi Miaomiao's ears.
Chi Miaomiao gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Uncle Fu.
Uncle Fu burst into laughter upon seeing this, his gaze sweeping over Chi Miaomiao's graceful figure outlined in her combat uniform.
"How about this? I can let you go, and I won't eat those human slave children, as long as you and those female slaves serve me and my brothers well, I'll spare your lives, how about it?"
Chi Miaomiao rolled her eyes and spat on the ground beside her. The undisguised disgust on her face made Uncle Fu's mouth twitch as he laughed.
Uncle Fu was furious. He shook the sugar jar heavily, and the crisp sound caused the demons surrounding the group to go berserk and launch a frenzied attack on the Ninth Squad.
This undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to Zhong Jiudao, who was struggling to withstand the frenzied attacks from the berserk ghost clan.
Just when she was about to give up, Fan Qianning completed her array formation. She was protected by several people in the center. A dark purple array pattern was generated under her feet the moment the Soul-Seizing Banner was swung down and quickly extended outward, instantly enveloping all the ghosts around her.
Dark purple iron chains shot out from the formation, firmly binding the bodies of the ghosts.
Fan Qianning waved the Soul-Capturing Banner again, and a white array condensed behind her, then flew into the air and expanded, with swords of the Immortal Executioner falling towards the bound ghosts with a murderous aura.
【Netherworld Binding - Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation】
There's not much that an eighth-level Fan Qianning can do. Setting up these two formations completely drained her. At the same time, she also maintained the Illusion-Breaking Formation and used magic to support her teammates.
It wasn't that she hadn't considered it; it was that she had to do it.
Whether it was used as a killing move or as a means to facilitate a subsequent escape, Fan Qianning did not make a mistake.
"run!"
Chi Miaomiao carried the exhausted Fan Qianning on her back, and the rest of the team guided the children to begin their evacuation.
Uncle Fu's eyes widened. He was also within the range of [Netherworld Binding], with dark purple iron chains binding him to the chair. However, Fan Qianning's range binding was not very strong.
He broke free of his restraints and saw that, apart from those of his clansmen above the seventh rank who were injured, all those below the seventh rank had died under Fan Qianning's sword, which enraged Uncle Fu.
"Bitch slave!!"
The sugar jar in his hand transformed back into a handbell emitting black mist. Uncle Fu roared and turned into a cloud of black mist to chase after the fleeing crowd.
The Ninth Squad's strength was almost completely depleted, and now they could only run away from Uncle Fu who was chasing them. They also had several ordinary people with them, so they had no choice but to run.
Zhong Jiudao knew that this couldn't go on; he would be caught before he even left the neighborhood.
"You all go first, I'll stay behind to cover the retreat!"
After saying that, Zhong Jiudao was about to stop when Chi Miaomiao kicked him and made him run forward.
"Stay behind? I, the vice-captain, haven't even said anything about staying, and you're already doing it." Chi Miaomiao stopped in her tracks. "I'll stay behind to cover the rear. The rest of you, take the children and keep running. That's an order!"
With Yan Luo absent, the members of the Ninth Squad must obey the orders of Vice Captain Chi Miaomiao.
Zhong Jiudao gritted his teeth and could only carry Fan Qianning on his back and continue running with everyone.
Chi Miaomiao turned around, and Uncle Fu, who was holding a handbell, had caught up with her. He looked at Chi Miaomiao with a mocking expression, and his eyes still held an undisguised greed and desire.
"Human slave, why don't you run with me? I would have to deal with you first before continuing the chase. You have no consideration at all."
Uncle Fu looked at Chi Miaomiao with a smile. He gently shook the handbell, and the crisp sound made Chi Miaomiao feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, she felt dizzy.
"I originally intended to toy with you, but now I only want to kill you. Be grateful for my mercy!"
Uncle Fu's eyes sharpened, and he shook the handbell heavily. The deep sound of the bell reverberated, and the Ghost Clan's signature illusion technique swept over Chi Miaomiao.
Without Fan Qianning, Chi Miaomiao, who was also at the eighth level and had consumed most of her power, was no match for Uncle Fu's illusion technique, which was at the ninth level.
Chi Miaomiao opened and closed her eyes and found Yan Luo standing in front of her. She was no longer in that old neighborhood, but in her home in Tianshan City.
"Brother, older brother?"
The illusions of the Oni race are infamous; even if the victim knows they are under a spell, they cannot help but become immersed in the world of the spell.
Once the spell is cast, the physical entity will cease all activity and become completely vulnerable to attack.
Seeing that Chi Miaomiao's eyes were lifeless, Uncle Fu knew he had succeeded. He sneered and slowly walked towards Chi Miaomiao step by step.
Just as he reached out to touch Chi Miaomiao, an indescribably powerful aura suddenly erupted from Chi Miaomiao's body.
Startled, Uncle Fu quickly stepped back. Looking over, he saw a red figure gradually materializing behind Chi Miaomiao. It was a young man with long hair. Uncle Fu sensed something was wrong.
Chi Miaomiao always wore the four-leaf clover pendant that Yan Luo had given her, which was infused with Yan Luo's power.
Yanluo wanted to protect those he cherished, so the jewelry he gave to the girls contained his power, enough to keep those in danger safe.
Uncle Fu was sweating profusely. He saw the man's shadowy figure behind Chi Miaomiao's lips moving. He understood what the man was saying; the man only uttered one word.
"Destroy".
The power within the pendant caused Uncle Fu, a ninth-rank cultivator, to slowly dissipate with a gust of night wind. Uncle Fu looked down in disbelief at his vanishing body.
"No! No! Please..."
Uncle Fu wanted to beg for mercy, but he disappeared too quickly and was completely annihilated before he could finish speaking.
Chi Miaomiao also broke free from the illusion. She felt a warm sensation on her chest and took out the pendant she always wore.
The girl looked at the four-leaf clover pendant radiating a warm red light and shed tears. She turned away, and the red phantom slowly disappeared.
"Wonderful." Yan Luo's illusory figure called softly.
Chi Miaomiao suddenly hugged Yan Luo's illusory figure, desperately trying to hold onto the disappearing figure.
"I miss you so much…"
Yan Luo's illusory figure gently embraced Chi Miaomiao. His voice was ethereal, and the illusory figure said with a lingering sense of etherealness, "It will be soon. I will be back soon. Wait for me to come back, okay?"
Chi Miaomiao nodded heavily, and the red light particles that formed from the dissipating phantom drifted away with the night wind.
"Sister Miaomiao!" Chi Miaomiao heard someone call her and looked up to see Fan Qianning and the others.
Not only Fan Qianning and her group, but also the trump cards that Chi Miaomiao had brought.
Bai Miaomiao and Bai Lingling waved to Chi Miaomiao. Bai Miaomiao, who was also the Left Protector and Chi Miaomiao's older sister, greeted her, saying, "Miss Chi, at your request, we have gathered the ancient temple's fighting force to come and help us."
Behind the two sisters were the ninth-tier combat power of the ancient temple, and the remaining ten Zodiac Ghosts.
This is Chi Miaomiao's trump card, which comes from the Ancient Temple Corpse Demon organization that she has already incorporated.
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