These five mummies are like five undying zombies, runes flickering on their bodies, neutralizing the power of Yang Fei's Heavy Sword.

Meanwhile, the Essence Qi of the five Masters of Gangjin was astoundingly massive, and for a moment, Yang Fei found himself unable to break through.

Swish, swish, swish!

Bullets whizzed across the sky; the Heavenly Fire Sect was already pursuing and was less than eight hundred meters away from Yang Fei.

Over a dozen Holy Hall warriors were suppressed by the opponent's overwhelming firepower, unable to lift their heads.

The five mummies' assault grew fiercer, all seeing an opportunity.

Just hold Yang Fei for a few more minutes, and the armed soldiers of the Heavenly Fire Sect could surround Yang Fei and Nuannuan.

When the time comes, this powerful guy wouldn't be able to escape even with wings.

Bam!

With a dull thud, Yang Fei, holding the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army, was repelled by the combined attack of the three mummies.

Nuannuan on Yang Fei's back sighed helplessly.

"Brother Fei, you should go, don't worry about me."

Yang Fei watched as the five mummies closed in, drawing nearer and nearer, their eyes blazing like ghost fire, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Charge!"

The leading mummy waved his hand, rushing ahead towards Yang Fei.

The others all charged at Yang Fei, their footsteps kicking up sand all over the street.

Suddenly, a delicate little butterfly appeared in Yang Fei's palm.

The surrounding air currents were drawn by the Gangqi Butterfly, gradually forming a small tornado in his palm, rising out of thin air.

The five mummies didn't care, as the destructive power of Gang Qi Myriad Forms was indeed terrifying.

However, their talisman cloths could render such attacks nearly harmless.

Ten zhang, five zhang, three zhang...

As the opponents drew ever closer, Yang Fei's palm-held Gangqi Butterfly had already shaped a tornado the size of a water barrel, with the Gang Qi roaring, stirring the soul.

Yang Fei stared at the five cruel eyes, suddenly waving his hand.

The Gangqi Butterfly fluttered its wings fiercely, pouncing on the five.

A massive amount of sand, like the iron shot from a musket, rolled towards the five mummies' eyes.

The eyes were the only weakness on a mummy's body.

Ah!

The leading mummy failed to dodge in time, covering his eyes as he cried out in agony.

He fell to the ground, rolling chaotically, with blood flowing from between his fingers.

The remaining four were affected by the Gang Qi sandstorm, instinctively turning their heads to dodge, looking utterly frantic.

Yang Fei bellowed loudly, the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army emitted a hum, and he charged towards the fallen mummy.

The edge of his sword formed a massive qi sword tip, thrusting at the fallen mummy's left eye.

The mummy heard the sharp sound of the wind and instinctively reached out to block.

With a whistling sound, Yang Fei's sword tip pierced through his palm, directly stabbing into his left eye socket, deeply penetrating his head.

The bloodied sword tip protruded from the back of the mummy's head, pinning straight into the ground.

The leading mummy let out a miserable wail, his body writhing like a thrashing eel.

Yet Yang Fei's Heavy Sword pinned his head to the ground; he couldn't move anymore.

The remaining four mummies came to their senses, seeing their leader in such a tragic state, and couldn't help but be dumbstruck. They all rushed at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei succeeded with one blow, and with a bright laugh, reached out, revealing four cards in his hand.

With a clear clang, the four cards flew like knives towards the eyes of the four mummies.

The mummies had just suffered a great loss, and upon seeing these soul-chasing hidden weapons, they were horror-struck, hastily turning to dodge.

Yang Fei, carrying Nuannuan, leapt onto a heavy motorbike.

He started the engine, spinning in a drift, sending a spray of sand towards the four.

Yang Fei's Heavy Sword remained lodged in the mummy's head.

He leaned down, pulling out the Heavy Sword, then revved the engine, darting like lightning into the distance.

In this battle, Yang Fei killed one mummy and successfully escaped the hands of the five Gangjin Masters, a sense of triumph hard to put into words.

He let out a long howl, the Tiger Roar and Dragon's Chant, with the wind and clouds changing colors.

The four mummies gathered around the slain mummy, only to find it had already perished, and the talisman cloth on his body had lost its luster.

It turns out, this Wood Tribe talisman cloth was nourished by its own Essence Qi.

If the owner lost his life, severing the supply of Essence Qi, the talisman cloth naturally lost its efficacy.

The four mummies never expected this guy to be so bothersome, and couldn't help but feel their spirits sink.

Silently, they lifted the dead mummy, one of them speaking fiercely.

"He killed big brother; this blood debt must be repaid."

Another mummy shook his head, sighing.

"Such a master already exceeds what we can handle. Report to the Council of Elders; only a Star-level True Martial Master can kill him."

The others lowered their heads, speechless.

Finally, one mummy nodded: "I agree with Third Brother's suggestion."

"Wu Clan Masters are ranked Sun, Moon, and Star. Even the lowest-ranked Star-level master can kill him, while we are only heading towards death."

Faced with such an outcome, everyone found it hard to accept.

They silently turned around, carrying their dead comrade, disappearing into the darkness.

Meanwhile, the Holy Hall warriors blocking the Heavenly Fire Sect's armed forces saw Yang Fei finally escape, and Sister Snake breathed a sigh of relief, resolutely issuing an order.

"Everyone, retreat north-west in three minutes."

Amidst the fierce wind, Yang Fei carried Nuannuan, charging madly into the deep desert, the settlement behind him growing farther away, while the urgent sound of gunfire faded to silence.

Yang Fei rode another thirty kilometers on the motorbike, stopping in a dead poplar forest.

Nuannuan was badly injured, and after surgery, she was repeatedly terrified, extremely fatigued.

She lay on Yang Fei's back, sleeping soundly.

Yang Fei halted the motorbike, feeling an itch behind his ear; it was Nuannuan's breathing tickling his ear.

He couldn't help but chuckle quietly, such mystifying encounters in life.

In trying to rescue Dan Dan, he inexplicably became entwined with this mysterious girl and unwittingly embroiled in the Wu Clan's internal conflict.

Then, he inexplicably experienced fierce battles with Fire Gate, Wooden Gate, and other masters, and now, he inexplicably arrived at this desolate and lonely place.

Sitting on his bike, Yang Fei looked up, seeing a moon high in the sky, with moonlight like water draped across the boundless desert.

The distant dunes undulated with beautiful contours, while the near poplar forest swayed in the moonlight.

Everything seemed like a marvelous monochrome silhouette, as if in a fairy tale.

Nuannuan, not knowing when she awoke, playfully puffed behind Yang Fei's ear.

Yang Fei helped her sit on a piece of dry, non-decaying poplar wood.

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