So that’s what he was after—the Ji family’s most precious treasure, the Map of Mountains and Rivers fragment! Ji Ruxu’s heart sank, her anger flaring hotter. This map was the foundation of the Ji family—she’d never let it fall into Han Li’s hands.
"Coward!" Ji Ruxu roared, her energy skyrocketing in an instant. The pressure of a Quasi-God Realm erupted like a hurricane, sweeping through the entire cave. It felt like standing in the eye of a storm, the air twisting under the force, the ground trembling slightly.
The old man beside Han Li took a step forward, his own powerful energy bursting forth—like building an unbreakable wall, blocking Ji Ruxu’s pressure completely, keeping Han Li safe. He bowed slightly, his voice respectful but firm: "Young lady, your opponent is this old man. If you want to hurt my young master, you’ll have to go through me first."
A fight was about to break out—you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Mo Jing and the others spread out quietly, ready for battle, their eyes locked on the enemies. A heart-stopping showdown was about to begin.
Mo Jing’s mind raced, her eyes scanning the entire cave, taking in every detail of the fight ahead. She knew there was no time to hesitate—they had to end this fast: save the Ji family, and stop Han Li from escaping with the map fragment. Without wasting a second, Mo Jing shot orders through the tactical glasses, her voice sharp and decisive, no fluff, every command on point.
[Yun Shu, take the high ground on the left rock—best vantage point! Prioritize long-range support, take down those Immortal Meeting disciples, and stop them from messing with our rescue. If anyone tries to sneak attack, pull the trigger—no mercy!]
[Yun Juan, you’re our long-range ace—float between the cages and the platform, cover us! Use the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Gun to block their moves—don’t let them get near the cages, and don’t let Han Li slip away!]
[Wuli, drop your illusion array—cover the whole cave! Focus on messing with Han Li and that old man, throw them off their game. Protect me while I rescue the hostages, and give Sister a chance to attack!]
[Sister, that old man is a beast—only you can take him on. Keep him occupied, don’t let him help the others. Once we get the hostages out, we’ll rush to back you up!]
[I’ll handle the rescue—break open the cages, lead the Ji family to the secret passage. Watch for ambushes!]
The orders hit everyone’s earpieces like well-aimed bullets, no delay. "Got it!" The four shouted in unison, their voices loud and steady—like well-trained soldiers, no hesitation, springing into action instantly, each knowing their role, working in perfect sync.
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Yun Shu moved like a agile cheetah, leaping up with a burst of spiritual energy, landing steadily on the rock on the left side of the cave. She moved fast, setting up her heavy sniper rifle in seconds, the dark muzzle locking onto the Immortal Meeting disciples below. Her eyes were cold and focused—like the gaze of death. One wrong move from the enemy, and she’d take them out.
Yun Juan’s energy flared, her figure vanishing like a ghost, light on her feet, faster than the eye could follow. In the blink of an eye, she was beside the cages, the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Gun in her hand, barrel raised, ready to fire. The moment an enemy got close, she’d unleash hell.
Ji Wuli’s hands flew through seals, spiritual light flickering at his fingertips, chanting under his breath. Illusory shadows popped up around him, spreading quickly to cover the entire cave. The light twisted and warped, the world around them turning blurry and unreal—like stepping into a giant illusion, impossible to tell what was real and what wasn’t, even hard to find your way around.
Ji Ruxu’s eyes sharpened, golden light bursting from her body as she turned into a streak of gold—like a shooting star cutting through the night, charging straight at the old man with unstoppable force. The old man’s eyes narrowed, calm as ever, raising his hands, palms pressed together, gathering spiritual energy to meet her. The two clashed instantly, their energy exploding like thunder, shaking the cave, rocks crashing down, gravel rustling, the whole cave trembling—as if the world itself was shaking from the Quasi-God showdown.
Han Li was losing his mind in Ji Wuli’s illusion—his vision shifting, one second he was staring at a bottomless cliff, the next a sea of fire. He couldn’t tell up from down, couldn’t even see Ji Ruxu and the old man fighting clearly. He roared like a caged beast, his spiritual energy exploding outward, slamming into the illusion’s barrier with a bang, trying to break free.
That’s when it happened! An Immortal Meeting disciple snuck behind Ji Wuli, taking advantage of the illusion’s chaos and Ji Wuli’s distraction. He held a sharp dagger, coated in poison, stabbing straight for Ji Wuli’s back—silent, fast, no time for Ji Wuli to react.
"BOOM!"
A deafening shot rang out, shattering the cave’s silence. Yun Shu pulled the trigger right on time, the bullet tearing through the air like lightning, hitting the sneaky disciple dead center. The disciple screamed, dropping to the ground, his dagger clattering, blood splattering the floor—bright red, glowing under the cave’s lights, his body going limp in seconds.
"SIZZLE—!" Right after, Yun Juan’s Rainstorm Pear Blossom Gun opened fire, a hail of spiritual energy bullets pouring out like a steel storm, speeding toward the other disciples. They couldn’t dodge in time, getting hit left and right, covered in wounds, stumbling back, totally—like birds caught in a hurricane, no trace of their earlier arrogance, just scrambling to hide.
Mo Jing used the chaos, moving like a nimble swallow, gliding quietly to the cages, not drawing a single eye. She pressed her hands to the locks, tiny nanorobots swarming out from her fingertips like hardworking ants, squirming into the lock’s gaps. "CLICK—CLICK—CLICK!" The locks broke instantly, the black iron cage doors swinging open.
"Move! Follow me, stay quiet, head for the secret passage!" Mo Jing whispered sharply, her voice firm, never taking her eyes off the surroundings, watching for ambushes.
The trapped Ji family members scrambled to their feet, relief and gratitude flooding their faces. They held back their excitement, not making a sound, hurrying out of the cages like scared sheep, following Mo Jing toward the secret passage, moving fast but in order.
