Chapter 426: The Scent of Tang Ruan's Flesh

In the domain of night, Qi Yue's voice rang with crystalline clarity.

All the women were waiting for this order.

Almost simultaneously, all 220 wooden spears were fired.

In the flickering flames, it was hard to see clearly.

"Fuck your mother!"

Zhao Ji cursed loudly as the flames in his hand surged.

Two large fireballs condensed and blasted toward the wooden spear formation in the air.

Boom!

Dozens of wooden spears were blasted apart, burning as they scattered in all directions.

Like fireworks that flared and vanished.

But over a hundred more wooden spears were still hurtling down.

Swish swish swish swish swish!

A cyan energy shield lit up in Li Yan's hand, protecting himself and Zhao Ji in front of them.

The left hands of the several hundred blood-race warriors behind them also lit up with small energy shields, raised high to block the wooden spears.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

A series of muffled thuds.

Over a dozen blood-race warriors were hit, but the wooden spears striking the black armor caused almost no damage.

After all, these black armors were all made of iron.

The wooden spears could only chip away at the black armor's durability; they couldn't break through the defense at all.

The remaining over a hundred wooden spears were all blocked by the energy shields and fell to the ground.

Those energy shields only dimmed slightly in color, with no other effects whatsoever.

"Damn it, I told you those women are full of tricks—full-on assault!"

Li Yan cursed as he gave the order.

Zhao Ji said: "The lord and those two female heroes must be taken alive; kill all the rest!"

"Yes!"

Several hundred black-armored soldiers charged out.

Like a black tide.

Energy shields on their left hands glowed with a dim blue light, short swords gripped tightly in their right hands, advancing rapidly.

A streak of purple light surged in the sky.

In an instant, it enveloped Zhao Ji, Li Yan, and over twenty others.

A tinge of purple light stained Zhao Ji's red pupils.

"All of you fucking pay attention—take out that woman in the middle first! She looks pure, but she's actually the most vicious one—kill her first!"

"Yes!"

The charging soldiers gathered into formation, all rushing toward Tang Ruan.

Especially the 19 blood-race soldiers whose pupils had been stained purple.

Each one bared their teeth, wishing they could kill her on the spot.

Li Yan felt a fire rising in his heart.

But he knew this was due to a spiritual technique.

This rage had to be the Provoke Technique.

Almost instantly, yellow light erupted from his body, directly dispelling the Provoke spiritual technique from his allies.

"Lord Zhao Ji, how are you? You must stay calm."

Zhao Ji's pupils returned to red.

The violent rage in his heart vanished like smoke.

He was somewhat surprised: "So that woman's skill is Provoke? I thought it was healing. No matter—it's the same whoever we hit. Capture her first!"

With that, fireballs condensed in his hand once more.

He raised his hand and blasted them out.

Whoosh~

The great fireball threaded through the gaps between the soldiers and struck the three female soldiers beside Tang Ruan.

"Ugh!"

"Eek!"

"Ouch~"

The three female soldiers' iron shields caved in, their edges burned red, and their bodies flew out heavily, crashing into the teammates behind them.

"How is it? Take medicine!"

At a moment like this, Tang Ruan had no time to turn back and could only stare ahead as she urged them.

"They have some burns, but they're okay."

"Careful, more fireballs are coming—use your shields to block!"

Boom!

Another three female soldiers flew out.

Two gaps appeared in the formation around Tang Ruan.

But they were quickly filled by the female soldiers from behind.

At that moment, the enemy's blood-race warriors had already charged in.

Tang Ruan shouted: "Our turn—Battle Art: Thrust!"

"Battle Art: Thrust!"

The female soldiers on both sides gripped their iron spears tightly.

The spear tips flushed red.

They thrust forward in unison.

At the very same instant.

The short swords of the blood-race warriors across from them also emitted a dangerous glow.

"Heh, those women aren't bad—they actually didn't run."

"Not running means death—pierce their necks."

"I still prefer to bite their necks myself and drink their blood."

"Then stab their livers, make them scream out loud!"

Those blood-race warriors charged forward with savage grins.

But…

Why were those women also laughing?

At this point, no one had time for any other reaction.

Spear met sword, and a harsh grating sound rang out loudly.

Bang bang bang bang!

Clang clang clang clang!

A large number of attacks were blocked by iron shields and spirit-energy shields.

But plenty of attacks still landed on bodies.

The leather armor of several dozen female soldiers was struck by the short swords, but those sharp short swords had only pierced in about half a cun—utterly failing to deliver their expected power.

Though those female soldiers screamed from the pain, it was only a single cry—after all, they were fearless, not pain-free.

Screaming from the pain did not affect their combat ability in the slightest.

Instead, they thrust their spears out even more furiously and swiftly.

The blood-race soldiers were puzzled, but now they could only keep attacking.

Only, the second attack was the same as before.

The female soldiers' armor seemed to have a layer of protective barrier over it, making it very hard to inflict the expected damage.