"Kill!"
Perhaps the Holy Lady Tribe's stubborn resistance had angered the Western Warriors. These warriors, who had been temporarily assembled, rushed forward fearlessly.
"Thousand Illusionary Flowers!"
Ye Yingying stood in the center of the Flower Pistil Array and shouted in panic.
Suddenly, the outermost Holy Lady Tribe members began to spin rapidly. The long swords in their hands emitted rays of sword energy, like thousands of flower petals blooming at the same time. With sharp killing intent, they slashed toward the Western Warriors.
"Ah!"
The first wave of Western martial artists, who had rushed forward, had their limbs chopped off. They cried for their parents and let out miserable screams.
"Kill!"
The black man seemed to be the temporary commander. He did not hesitate to sacrifice human lives as he shouted in English.
"Kill!"
The Western Warriors, who had retreated in fear, suddenly shouted and rushed forward again like a tide.
"Momentary Beauty!"
After the first battle was won, Ye Yingying's expression became much calmer. She shouted softly, as if she was training in the sect.
The outermost circle of Sacred Maidens suddenly put away their swords and bent down in unison. The inner circle of Sacred Maidens, who were surrounded in the middle, suddenly appeared and crossed the outer circle. Their snow-white sleeves fluttered in the wind, like a tender and beautiful flower bud suddenly blooming, making people feel that it was beautiful and deeply intoxicating.
Along with this beautiful scene, the second wave of Western Warriors who had launched the attack fell to the ground. Even in death, they still had intoxicated expressions on their faces.
"Oh my god, this is witchcraft. This must be witchcraft."
"The witchcraft of the East is too scary. No, no, no, I don't want to die under this terrible witchcraft. It will make me lose my soul and I won't be able to go to heaven."
"I'm here to participate in the competition, not to die. I quit."
"I quit too. This is too scary."
…
Due to the strange way the Western warriors had died, some people wanted to retreat, and they all clamored to leave.
Puff! Puff!
Puff! After a series of muffled sounds, more than a dozen Warriors who wanted to quit fell to the ground with their faces facing the sky. There was a horrible bloody hole between their eyebrows.
Everyone's pupils constricted violently as they looked at the man who was standing in the middle of the corpses and wiping his walking stick expressionlessly.
The man was in his forties or fifties. He had deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and three-dimensional facial features. He must have been a handsome man when he was young. His hair was a rare silver-white color, and he was tall. He wore a somewhat shabby tuxedo and wore a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses. He was always holding a shiny silver walking stick in his hand. He had a gentle and elegant temperament. If it weren't for his ruthlessness, killing more than ten people in the blink of an eye, they would have thought that this man was a professor in a university.
"He is … His Majesty the Martial Monarch, Patrick!"
Finally, someone recognized his identity from his silver-white hair. His throat moved violently as he shouted in fear and fanaticism.
Patrick looked at the man expressionlessly. He pointed at Ye Yingying and the others and said indifferently, "I need the map in her hands."
"It is our honor to serve you, Your Majesty Empress Wu!"
Whoosh. Countless Western warriors knelt on one knee and looked at Patrick with fanatical eyes. They shouted loudly as if they were swearing allegiance.
Then, these people seemed to be endowed with infinite courage and strength as they madly attacked the Sacred Maiden Tribe's Flower Pistil Array.
Although the Sacred Maiden Tribe was proficient in arrays, they were more proficient in using array materials in advance to set up arrays to kill the enemy. They were not very good at battle arrays that required long-term cooperation. Under the crazy attacks of the Western warriors, they were soon in danger. They could only barely hold on, but it was only a matter of time before the array was broken.
The outermost layer of defense had been rotated three or four times, but all of them were injured and their clothes were stained with blood. An atmosphere called despair quickly spread.
Ye Yingying's face was pale, and her heart was full of regret and self-blame. If it weren't for her arrogance and stubbornness, how could her fellow apprentices have fallen into such a situation?
She couldn't imagine what would happen to them if they fell into the hands of these people. In this secret realm where there were no laws or moral constraints, it was normal for them to do anything worse than beasts.
"If the array is broken, we would rather commit suicide than be humiliated."
Ye Yingying painfully made the most difficult decision.
No one from the Sacred Maiden Tribe answered. They just desperately activated the battle array, striving to kill as many enemies as possible in the last moments of their lives.
Ye Yingying revealed a desolate and bitter smile. She knew that these senior and junior sisters were blaming her. If she hadn't led everyone to a dead end, how could they have fallen in the most brilliant season of a woman?
"I know I deserve to die. I have implicated everyone. I'm sorry, but it's too late to say anything. I regret it so much."
Ye Yingying let out a mournful cry that sounded like a cuckoo crying blood. Her body suddenly soared into the air like a hawk and leaped into the battle array. She was like a fairy flying from the sky, with an indomitable and resolute aura. She ignored the wounds left on her body by the attacks of the others and rushed madly towards the terrified Wan He like a mad tiger.
She hated it. If it weren't for Wan He, how could she have fallen to such a state? If she hadn't been blinded by greed and disobeyed the advice of her Eighth Junior Sister and insisted on coming to the Ten Thousand Ants Desert, she wouldn't have implicated all her apprentices and caused them to end up dead.
She had made a mistake and deserved to die, but she couldn't accept the fact that she had implicated all her apprentices. Therefore, Wan He, the culprit, had to die.
Perhaps they saw her killing intent and hatred, but the black man and five other men of different skin colors standing behind the European Martial Emperor Patrick did not stop them. They coldly watched the fight between Ye Yingying and Wan He.
Although Wan He was extremely timid in front of the Western Martial Artists, he was extremely tough in front of Ye Yingying. He took out a fan, moved quickly, and fought with her.
"Ah!"
With a shrill scream from the Sacred Maiden Tribe, Ye Yingying turned her head in panic and saw that a Sacred Maiden Tribe member had been stabbed in the chest by a Western Martial Artist because of her severe injuries.
The Flower Pistil Array was broken!
The Sacred Maiden Tribe members might have known that they were going to die, so they burst out with unprecedented fighting spirit and potential. They formed a formation of two or three and started a fierce fight with the Western Martial Artists.
Uh!
Ye Yingying groaned and staggered. She covered her right shoulder that was injured by Wan He. A long sword? She fell to the ground with a clang, and her face was pale without any trace of blood. She stared at Wan He, who had a smug look on his face after his sneak attack, and a look of despair and sorrow flashed in her beautiful eyes. Could it be that she couldn't even kill the culprit for revenge before she died?
"Go to hell!"
When Wan He saw the long sword in Ye Yingying's hand fall to the ground, he was ecstatic and waved his fan to cut Ye Yingying's throat.
Puff!
Just as Ye Yingying closed her eyes and waited for death, she didn't see Wan He's final attack. She only felt the stinky blood splattering all over her face.
She couldn't help but open her blood-red eyes and looked over in confusion. She saw the black man slowly retracting the giant machete that he used to cut off Wan He's head.
"Why?"
Ye Yingying asked in confusion.
The black man obviously didn't understand the Shenzhou language. A middle-aged white man next to him explained, "Take it as a condition for you to give us the map, and we will help you fulfill your last wish."
Ye Yingying's eyes lit up, and a look of expectation appeared on her face. "I will give you the map. Can you let go of my junior sisters?"
The white man shrugged and showed a strange look that seemed to be mocking and pitying. "What do you think?"
The luster in Ye Yingying's eyes dimmed little by little. Yes, in order to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots so that the Holy-goddess Tribe wouldn't take revenge on them, how could they leave any survivors?
This was also the reason why the European Martial Emperor had always hidden in the crowd and didn't show his face until the disciples of the Holy Medical Family and the Holy-sword Villa had fled.
Thinking of this, Ye Yingying sadly watched her junior sisters scream and fall down one by one, and then she looked at the Western Martial Artists who were besieging the Holy-goddess Tribe with grim smiles on their faces.
These Martial Artists might not know that in the eyes of the European Martial Emperor, they were destined to die. He didn't kill them now because they still had value.
"Rumble!"
The ground suddenly shook violently, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping, which was shocking.
The European Martial Emperor looked at the dust in the distance, frowned, and didn't speak, but gently raised the crutch in his hand.
The black man nodded knowingly, opened his big hand like a cattail leaf fan to grab Ye Yingying, and muttered something in English.
Ye Yingying didn't understand, but she felt that he must be saying, "Hand over the map, and you can die."
She was not afraid of death, but she didn't want to die, at least not now.
Therefore, just when everyone thought that she would obediently wait to be captured, Ye Yingying suddenly moved, charging straight at Patrick like an arrow that left the bow.
Quiet as a virgin, quick as a rabbit. Ye Yingying's unexpected move stunned everyone. Even the movement of the black man's hand couldn't help but slow down a little.
"Is this woman crazy?" "How dare she make a last-ditch struggle and try to sneak attack Her Majesty Wu Huang?"
This made the faces of the people around show a mixture of ridicule and pity.
Even Patrick slightly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a touch of contempt. He thought it was funny, "This is probably the saying in Shenzhou language, a cornered dog will jump over the wall, or a cornered beast will fight?"
But the next moment, Patrick, who had always been calm in front of him, changed his expression dramatically, and let out a furious roar, "How dare you!"
"Why wouldn't I dare? Anyway, I'm going to die. Is there anything I don't dare to do? "
While everyone's expressions changed, Ye Yingying resisted the sweetness in her throat, put an extremely delicate dagger against the throat of the white man who had acted as the interpreter, and said with a sneer.
"You … You think you can escape just because you've kidnapped my people?"
Patrick quickly regained his composure and said coldly with his hands behind his back.
"I don't want to escape, nor do I intend to live, but I need my junior sisters to live. Let them go, or I will kill him."
The dagger in Ye Yingying's hand tightened, and a trace of blood appeared on the white man's throat.
Patrick's pupils shrank violently, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he said casually and indifferently, "I won't be threatened by anyone. You can kill him now. He's just a disciple. If I want, I can accept eight or ten more at any time."
"Well, since you don't care about your only son's life, then I'll drag him to the grave with me."
Ye Yingying looked at him fearlessly, and the dagger in her hand slightly tightened. The wound deepened a little more, and the white man who was held hostage screamed in horror.
"Stop, you win."
Patrick finally couldn't hold it in any longer and roared anxiously.
Seeing Ye Yingying stop, he looked at her strangely and asked curiously, "How do you know he's my son? I don't think I've ever exposed his identity."
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