Chapter 219

"You take them..." Zhang Zhang Yucheng stood frozen, his voice trailing off into a murmur, "... nd leave."

"Where are the others?" Li Yao asked.

Kujo Mise walked slowly from behind a large tree to stand before Li Yao.

Her tall figure was dressed in a pale purple robe; her peerless face was smudged with a bit of mud, yet it could not hide her innate nobility.

She was different from Zhang Zhang Yucheng.

Li Yao had killed a Fourth-Turn professional with one sword strike, and Kujo Mise showed no surprise at all.

In her eyes, how could one become a servant of her, Kujo Mise, without powerful combat strength?

This was all something Li Yao should be able to do!

Kujo Mise looked at Li Yao, even wanting to reach out and lift his chin. After Li Yao dodged, she didn't mind at all and spoke with a superior attitude:

"How is it, Li Yao-kun?"

"I came to save you personally. Are you moved?"

"Yeah, I'm so moved," Li Yao said perfunctorily.

"Hmph," Kujo Mise snorted and brought up the main business: "In four more minutes, my teleportation talisman will be able to tear a hole in the anti-air stone array."

"Four minutes, plenty of time," Li Yao said. "You should also have those seniors find a chance to disengage and leave this place."

"Okay."

Kujo Mise and Shou Hunting Xixia both nodded; only Zhang Zhang Yucheng remained standing there, stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.

Li Yao patted him on the shoulder, and Zhang Zhang Yucheng finally came to his senses.

Clearly,

that shocking sword strike of Li Yao's just now had dealt a huge blow to Zhang Zhang Yucheng.

An opponent he couldn't defeat even with all his might had been killed by Li Yao in one strike.

Was the gap really that large?

"Okay, I'll signal my Third Uncle right now."

The "Third Uncle" Zhang Zhang Yucheng spoke of was the Fifth-Turn professional he had brought along.

Communication devices were useless within the anti-air stone array, but these professionals from great families all had some contact items to communicate with their elders.

Although they couldn't talk, as long as they had set up a code beforehand, they could pass on some simple information.

Unexpectedly,

before Zhang Zhang Yucheng could send the signal, the token at his waist began to flash rapidly.

Zhang Zhang Yucheng's expression changed in shock, and he quickly said: "Third Uncle told me to leave this spot immediately!"

"Leave now?"

Kujo Mise's expression tightened slightly. Zhang Zhang Yucheng's Third Uncle also knew that the teleportation talisman needed time.

Sending a signal at this time to have them leave directly clearly meant something unexpected had happened!

After some thought, Kujo Mise decided to take a gamble.

"No, we can't!"

"If we leave now, breaking the array again will require a two-hour cooldown. We don't have that much time."

Hearing this,

Shou Hunting Xixia quietly walked to the side of the jungle, the only path the group of Fourth-Turn professionals could take to get here.

She began setting traps with various formations.

In the tropical jungle, she had seen that group of Fourth-Turn professionals; with so many of them, let alone two hours, they wouldn't be able to hold out for even one hour!

"You guys find a place to hide,"

Li Yao suddenly spoke.

"Shou Hunting Xixia, you too."

Li Yao looked into the distance of the jungle, in the opposite direction of where Shou Hunting Xixia was setting her traps.

He could sense an extremely powerful aura rushing toward them.

This aura was so powerful that even he had absolutely no chance of winning!

"Four minutes, is it?"

Seeing the expression on Li Yao's face, Kujo Mise realized the severity of the situation and said seriously: "It's three minutes and twenty seconds now."

Li Yao chuckled without saying more.

Fifth-Turn.

Three minutes and twenty seconds.

Not a big problem.

"I don't need to; I have Level 10 stealth."

Shou Hunting Xixia didn't look back, continuing to set the trap skills in her hands.

"These traps might not do much damage, but at first glance, they'll think it's your skill, Li Yao. It should be able to delay them for a bit!"

As she spoke,

a figure appeared abruptly within everyone's line of sight.

Middle-aged, golden hair, black robe, dual-wielding two half-meter gilded scimitars.

Someone from the Holy Sword?

No, probably not.

Including that powerhouse named Milan, all the Holy Sword professionals Li Yao had seen wore white standard-issue coats.

The black-robed middle-aged man scanned the surroundings, including the direction where Zhang Zhang Yucheng and Kujo Mise were hiding; he saw it all.

"Four of them."

"Did that old guy fail to send the message? Why aren't you running?"

Seeing a chance to stall for time, Shou Hunting Xixia quickly said: "That's because we've prepared a big gift for you."

Before she could finish,

the black-robed man took a step, and the next second he was right in front of Shou Hunting Xixia.

"Did you think I would wait for you to finish speaking?"

The black-robed man revealed a ferocious smile, his dual blades swiping toward Shou Hunting Xixia's neck.

So fast.

Shou Hunting Xixia stood frozen in place.

As an SS-level prodigy, she had displacement skills and invincibility skills!

But facing such speed, she had absolutely no chance to release them!

Was she going to die?

Shou Hunting Xixia felt time slowing down, recalling things from her childhood.

The next second,

she was awakened by a familiar voice.

"It's almost certain he's an agility-type professional."

Li Yao held the Inheritor's Sword, parrying the black-robed man's blades at his neck.

Shou Hunting Xixia opened her wide eyes, looking at Li Yao's back, then quickly reacted, hurriedly adding defensive skills to herself.

The black-robed man laughed instead of getting angry, eyeing Li Yao sideways: "Fast speed."

Then his expression turned vicious: "What if I insist on killing her?"

The two scimitars moved at extreme speed,

slashing toward Shou Hunting Xixia.

"Mirror Light."

A deep blue light shield covered Shou Hunting Xixia.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The slash was reflected; the black-robed man's expression changed, and a line of blood appeared on his body.

Before he could think, the bone-chilling cold at his neck made him retreat rapidly by reflex!