Chapter 99: Reinforcements: Zhao Wuwei,
Ah Yin, and the White Tiger Spirit Master stood facing each other, their auras clashing fiercely in the air. Their might seemed to drain the air from their surroundings, leaving them breathless.
In an instant, dark clouds gathered, completely obscuring the bright moon high in the night sky, darkening the night even further.
A fierce wind, carrying sand and rocks, howled like a ferocious beast, toppled the surrounding trees, rustling their branches as if they too were terrified of the impending battle.
The spirit power of the two surged like a surging undercurrent, surging through the air and colliding with each other, creating a subtle yet sharp "sizzling" sound. The invisible pressure caused everyone present to breathe rapidly, their heartbeats racing.
Just as their spirit power surged, on the verge of a full-scale attack, the sound of rapid, powerful horse hooves drifted faintly from the distance.
The sound shattered the deathly silence of the battlefield, coming from far and near, remarkably clear in the empty and silent battlefield.
Ah Yin and the White Tiger Spirit Master were simultaneously startled, their bodies tensing instantly. Subconsciously restraining the soul power that was about to burst forth with full force, they turned and looked in the direction of the sound.
In the distance, a man and a horse galloped towards them at lightning speed.
As they drew closer, the figure became increasingly distinct.
The man was approximately forty years old, with a hard-lined face and a stern expression.
He exuded an intimidating majesty. The trials of life had not worn away his will, but instead had etched every inch of his skin with a steely determination. His flamboyant red hair flowed freely in the wind, adding a touch of unbridled boldness to his demeanor.
He was clad in a half-body armor, etched with lifelike tiger designs. The metal gleamed coldly in the dim light, like a dormant beast poised to prey.
The steed beneath him was pitch black, like an elf bursting forth from the darkness. Its hooves churned, stirring up clouds of dust, and each neigh was deafening, as if announcing its prowess and pride to the world.
In the blink of an eye, the person had reached Zhang Feng. With a sharp tug on the reins, the steed reared up with a long, night-shattering neigh before coming to a steady halt.
Zhang Feng, his face, previously pale and bloodless, flashed with surprise upon seeing the person. Fighting back the pain, he struggled to his feet and excitedly called out, "Captain!"
Liu Feng and the others, their nerves straining to the limit, finally relaxed at the sight of Zhang Feng's call, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Hearing Zhang Feng address him as "Captain," they couldn't help but think of Zhao Wuwei, the Captain Zhao, whom Zhang Feng had mentioned earlier. A
level 46 Soul Sect master, a powerful offensive spirit master, his martial spirit the Tiger-Headed Golden Spear, he was also one of the chief commanders of the Third Battalion of the Heaven Dou Empire's Southern Army.
Now, it seemed that the man before them looked and acted exactly as Zhang Feng had described him.
The moment the White Tiger Spirit Master saw Zhao Wuwei, his face suddenly changed, turning pale as frost. Beads of sweat instantly covered his forehead, and beads the size of beans rolled down his cheeks.
A deep fear welled up in his heart, overwhelming him like a tide.
He swallowed subconsciously, his throat dry and tight, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear and despair.
Zhao Wuwei dismounted with a deft movement, his gaze blazing like a blade unsheathed. He advanced directly toward the White Tiger Spirit Master.
He found his footing, his spirit power surging through him. He shouted, "Martial Spirit, possess!"
Instantly, a massive spear appeared in his hand. It was Zhao Wuwei's spirit, the Golden Tiger Spear.
Approximately two and a half meters long, its shaft ablaze with a dazzling golden light. The shaft was intricately carved with a lifelike tiger head, as if it would roar and break free from its bonds and pounce upon its enemy.
The spear's tip was incredibly sharp, gleaming with a bone-chilling coldness that seemed to effortlessly rip through any obstacle that stood in its way.
Immediately, Zhao Wuwei's body shone with a brilliant light, and his four spirit rings illuminated in sequence: yellow, yellow, purple, and purple.
The incomparably powerful soul power fluctuations instantly spread out from him to the surroundings, making everyone present feel an invisible and powerful oppression, as if a mountain was pressing down on them. Zhao Wuwei pointed his gun directly at the White Tiger Soul Master, his voice deep and rich but full of terrifying power, and he said word by word: "Xingluo Empire, Dai family?" Remember
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"Get out."
This short word seemed to contain endless power, like a heavy hammer, echoing in the night sky for a long time.
Upon hearing this, the White Tiger Spirit Master's body trembled violently, as if struck by an electric current.
He cast a deep glance at Zhao Wuwei, a gaze that seemed to sear his image into the depths of his soul.
Then, not daring to linger, he turned and hurried away, his steps hurried and hurried, without a single word.
In the distance, the ordinary people brought by the White Tiger Spirit Master, seeing this scene, turned pale with fear. They turned around and followed him dejectedly, thankful that this disaster had finally had nothing to do with them.
It seemed that they had not suffered any casualties.
Looking at the receding figure of the White Tiger Spirit Master, Zhao Wuwei turned around and bowed slightly to Ah Yin respectfully, and said in a sincere tone, "Miss, thank you for your help this time."
"If you hadn't extended a helping hand in time, today's crisis would have been difficult to resolve."
He turned his gaze to the twin boy and girl and said, "Boys from the Wang family, I will report your contributions truthfully this time, and any rewards will be sent to your home as soon as possible."
Then, he turned his gaze gently to Ah Yin, and continued, "Miss, as for your reward, I will hand it over to them and let them bring it to you."
"It's getting late now, let's say goodbye now, and see you later."
With that, Zhao Wuwei began to arrange for everyone to leave in an orderly manner. His tone was calm and firm, and there was no room for doubt, as if everything was under his control.
Upon hearing this, Ah Yin and the other two were about to leave.
Just as they turned around, Liu Feng suddenly stepped forward and said to Ah Yin, "Miss Ah Yin, this time we are so grateful to you. If you hadn't shown up in time, we would have been in great danger today." "
I hope we'll have another chance to meet again."
Ah Yin turned around, a faint smile on her face, like the first flower blooming in spring, warm and charming, a breathtaking sight.
She whispered, "You're welcome. I was only doing this for my own safety."
With that, Ah Yin, leading the siblings, gradually walked away into the night, her figure becoming increasingly blurred until it vanished into the vast darkness.
Zhao Wuwei looked at the direction where Ah Yin and the others had left, sighed slightly, then walked to Zhang Feng, slowly squatted down, and asked with concern: "Zhang Feng, how are you injured?"
Zhang Feng shook his head, smiled bitterly and said: "Fortunately, it's just some flesh wounds. It will be fine after a few days of rest."
"Fortunately, Captain, you arrived in time this time, otherwise we would really be..."
Zhao Wuwei patted Zhang Feng's shoulder gently and comforted him: "It's good that you're okay. You all tried your best."
"I will report this matter in detail to my superiors."
As he said, he stood up, looked around at the messy battlefield, frowned slightly, and thought secretly about the next arrangements.
"Captain, why did you let that White Tiger Spirit Master go just now?" Zhang Feng asked puzzledly.
Just as Zhao Wuwei was about to say something, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "puff".
"Captain, are you okay?" Zhang Feng asked nervously.
"It's okay, just a minor injury, I can still hold on." Zhao Wuwei waved his hand.
Everyone's hanging hearts were put into their stomachs.
It turned out that Zhao Wuwei had been attacked on the way here before he came. He killed the enemy first and then rushed to rescue.
The reason why the White Tiger Soul Master was let go was mainly because Zhao Wuwei's previous injuries were not light. For the safety of everyone and the safety of the medicinal materials, they decided to let the White Tiger Soul Master go.
At this time, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth again, covering this battlefield that had experienced a brutal battle with a layer of silver gauze, like a dream.
Zhao Wuwei arranged for the mercenaries in the caravan to carefully lift the injured Zhang Feng, Zhang Niu and Zhang Ma onto the carriage, preparing to return to the camp for treatment.
Liu Feng and Liu Qing also boarded the carriage. Though their faces still wore a haggard look of fatigue, their eyes betrayed a sense of relief and joy at having survived.
On the way back to camp, Liu Feng's mind kept turning to Ah Yin.
Her mysterious and powerful strength, as well as her calmness and courage in battle, left a lasting impression on him.
This encounter was only the beginning; they might cross paths more often in the days ahead.
This battle also made Liu Feng more deeply aware of his own shortcomings.
The carriage moved slowly forward, its wheels making a creaking sound as they rolled over the ground.
Liu Feng leaned against the wall, gazing out the window at the moonlight, a mixture of emotions welling up in his heart.
(Photo by Zhao Wuwei)