Female lead: No, it's me again??

Chapter 177 Feng Siyue Makes a Move

"Sister Shiva, you and the boss shouldn't die here! The guild needs you more people! It's not worth sacrificing your lives for this shipment!"

Zhou Qisan's eyes welled up with tears; he couldn't bear to watch his boss and Sister Shiva die here.

"Sister Shiva, let us out, you all run!"

Ishiva stood in front of the barrier, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Ilan and I are not dead yet, what right do you have to charge into battle?!"

"We certainly won't abandon you and try to escape on our own!"

"This Demon Wind Salon has ill intentions and is intricately connected to the goods we possess. What if the goods inside are lost if you come out?"

"But....."

"Stop it!"

"Just stay inside!"

"If we don't die, you will never be able to face the Demon Wind Salon!"

After saying that, Ishiva rushed forward again, trying to stop the Demon Wind Salon's advance.

The conversation between Ishiva and Cycle Three touched Feng Siyue's heart.

They have a very good relationship.

Feng Siyue originally thought that there was only one seventh-tier magical beast, and that with Yilan and Yishiwa's strength, they could deal with it quickly.

But who would have thought there were four more?

With only Ishiva and Ilan facing five magical beasts comparable to the peak of the Spirit Sect, their chances of survival are slim.

Peak of the Spirit Sect...

Feng Siyue reached out and touched the barrier, finding that her hand passed through easily. She then looked around at the other members with some confusion.

They can come and go freely, so why do they look like they can't get out?

Because they were too focused on the situation at hand, they didn't notice Feng Siyue's actions.

"Ah Ling, you stay inside, I'll go help."

Xuan Li hesitated for a moment, then whispered,

"Are you sure?"

"Ya Ya said that these magical beasts are equivalent to the peak of the Human Spirit Sect. If you get injured, what will happen to the trial?"

"Ah Ling, if I don't get out, everyone will die here tonight."

Feng Siyue understood perfectly that Brother Yilan's companions were mostly between Great Spirit Masters and Spirit Kings.

If Ilan and Ishiva cannot reverse life and death, then no one will ever see the sun rise again.

The only one who can help them now is herself.

Looking at Feng Siyue's determined eyes, Xuan Li had no reason to dissuade her.

They can run.

But these people won't be so lucky.

"Then be careful, and remember to ask Qingqing for help."

Feng Siyue nodded, "Okay."

While no one was paying attention, a dark figure quietly appeared behind the Demon Wind Salon behind it. Yue Wan, glowing with a pale yellow light, fiercely stabbed at its neck!

"Howl!"

The deafening, piercing sound startled everyone inside the barrier!

They turned to look and saw a slender girl standing on the back of the Demon Wind Salon, holding a long sword, her face calm.

Yue Wan effortlessly pierced through the neck of the Demon Wind Salon, and blood splattered!

The pain caused the other party to struggle violently, turning over and over and spinning wildly in the sky!

It wanted to shake off this reckless ant!

Feng Siyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and she gripped Yue Wan tightly with her right hand, her body beginning to sway uncontrollably in the air.

The girl's damage to the Demon Wind Salon was only momentary. The Demon Wind Salon swirled into the wind, quickly throwing Yue Wan and Feng Siyue away. The wounds healed within a few breaths.

Demon Wind Salon turned its head, stared at the girl floating in mid-air, and roared, "Howl!"

Then, two of the demonic sands that had been casually toying with Ishiva and Ilan broke away from their respective battle circles and all moved towards Feng Siyue.

In other words, Feng Siyue needs to face three Magic Wind Salon monsters all by herself.

"No...when did she leave?"

Someone stared at her in mid-air in disbelief.

The man, refusing to believe it, patted the barrier, but was still blocked inside.

Old Zhuang exclaimed in amazement, "Flying through the air, a Spirit Emperor!?"

"I remember she said before that she was under seventeen?"

In that instant, a tremendous sense of disparity swept over them.

These people aren't exactly talented.

However, because they had been traveling around with their leader for many years, their own strength had steadily improved. It was absolutely impossible for them to cultivate to the Spirit Emperor level at the age of seventeen!

"Hmph, I bet she just used some kind of magic weapon to show off to us! Don't you even think about it, does anyone in this world even reach the Spirit Emperor level at that age?"

The speaker was a woman dressed in a dark red outfit with her hair in pigtails. Her face was slightly beautiful, like a red flower blooming in the desert.

At this moment, she looked at the girl high in the sky with great displeasure, her expression a mixture of dissatisfaction and a hint of envy.

Her name is Mo Hua, and she is the alchemist in this team.

He is also a good friend of Ishiva.

Having gone through so many life-and-death situations together over the years, Mo Hua was well aware of Ishiva's unrequited love for Ilan, and she blessed this relationship.

She felt that no one was a good match for Ilan.

Except for Ishiwa.

This woman came from the same tribe as Ilan.

But the fact that Ilan had brought two unfamiliar women into the group a few days ago made her realize the danger.

Xuan Li was displeased by this. She crossed her arms and looked at the person who spoke, "What do you mean?"

"Why can't others do what you can't do yourself? If you have a narrow perspective, then broaden your horizons and see more of the world, okay?"

How could Feng Siyue's tireless efforts, day and night, be negated by a single sentence from her?