The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 707: Pursuers in the Secret Realm

Inside the cave, the atmosphere was as heavy as materialized lead, weighing heavily on every inch of air. Yun Yao laboriously supported Chu Mochen. His body was heavy, as if all his strength had been drained. But even so weak, the majesty emanating from the depths of his bones emerged tenaciously like bamboo shoots breaking through the ground. This was the original power of the ancient Divine Son, slowly awakening after enduring hardships and struggling on the brink of life and death.

Yun Yao bit her lower lip so hard her teeth almost dug into it. Her gaze was as firm as a torch, and in this desperate situation, she showed no sign of retreat. Her slender fingers left light marks on Chu Mochen's back, using her spiritual power to help him bear as much of his weight as possible. Chu Mochen turned his head slightly and looked at Yun Yao. His eyes, once as deep as a deep pool, were now filled with guilt, pity, and a deep dependence on her.

"Follow me." Chu Mochen's voice was deep but powerful, like a ray of light breaking through the darkness. He stretched out a trembling finger, lightly tracing the cave wall. In an instant, the ancient and mysterious runes, as if alive, were awakened from their slumber, and a secret doorway inscribed with runes gradually emerged. A faint blue light flowed through the grooves of the runes, as if telling of secrets from a thousand years ago. "This is the teleportation array of the Divine Court ruins, left by my mother..." His words stopped abruptly, as if cut off by an invisible hand.

At that moment, the secret door suddenly trembled violently, like a lone boat teetering on the brink of collapse amidst raging waves. Then, a bone-chilling female voice, as if piercing from the depths of Hell, pierced with endless resentment and mockery: "Chu Mochen, do you think you can escape my pursuit by hiding in the remnants of the Divine Court formation?"

Yun Yao felt her blood instantly freeze, a chill running from her feet to her forehead. That voice, like the echo of a nightmare, she would never forget—it was the mysterious woman she had seen in the secret realm, the black-robed, demonic aura-swirling Saint of the Phantom Moon, whose every move could change the very fabric of the world! She had glimpsed her once in the secret realm, the overwhelming sense of oppression emanating from her every gesture, leaving a lasting impression on Yun Yao. Back then, Saint of the Phantom Moon had merely glanced at them with disdain, then, like the King of Hell, dictating the crises of the secret realm at will, putting them in utter peril. And now, that deadly spirit had stalked them once again, and in this desperate situation, it was even more deadly.

Yun Yao's heart felt as if gripped by an invisible hand, each beat laced with tearing pain. She knew full well that today's battle was unavoidable. Looking back outside the cave, the faint light filtering through the entrance now seemed so pale and feeble. Once, it had been a ray of hope, but now, like a guiding light on the road to the underworld, it illuminated a thorny, blood-soaked, and hopeless path.

"Chu Mochen, hold on." Yun Yao turned her head, her eyes meeting Chu Mochen's. In that instant, a thousand words were expressed in that one glance. She released her hand from supporting him and, step by step, slowly but firmly, walked towards the cave entrance. Each step felt like treading on a taut heartstring, emitting a vibrating throb.

Outside the cave, a large number of cultivators from the Blood Demon Sect surrounded the cave like a dark cloud, completely blocking out any escape. They wore uniform black robes embroidered with blood-red demonic patterns, resembling demons from hell, their bodies emitting a sickening, bloody odor. The gazes of the leading elders were like materialized blades, slicing back and forth at Yun Yao, as if they were trying to see through her.

"Hand over the Black Ice Lotus and I will spare your lives!" roared an elder with a face full of flesh. His voice was like thunder, shaking the surrounding trees rustling and causing branches and leaves to fall, like the prelude to a sad funeral.

Yun Yao snorted coldly, her hair dancing wildly in the wind like a nimble snake demon. "You want the Mysterious Ice Lotus? Just relying on you lackeys?" Her words were like icy shards, each word carrying a piercing chill. The star chain in her hand trembled slightly, the twelve night-shining pearls embedded in it like sleeping beasts, ready to devour at any moment.

"Hmph, if you don't accept my toast, you'll have to pay me!" The elder, enraged, waved his hand, and the monks behind him surged towards the cave like a surging tide. For a moment, shouts of killing, incantations, and the whirring of magic weapons intertwined, playing a melody of death.

Yun Yao's eyes glared, and the star chain in her hand instantly transformed into a dazzling arc of light, sweeping towards the cultivators charging forward. The radiance from the Night Pearl was like the blazing sun, blinding anyone who could see. Unable to evade, the cultivators were instantly enveloped by the light, letting out screams of agony. Wherever the light reached, flesh and blood flew everywhere, a scene resembling hell on earth.

"You're overestimating yourself!" Yun Yao cursed softly. However, she knew in her heart that this was only a temporary resistance. The Blood Demon Sect had come out in full force this time, with so many experts that she alone could not hold their own for long. Her eyes unconsciously looked into the cave, where Chu Mochen was leaning against the wall, eyes tightly closed, as if trying to suppress the injuries in his body with all his strength, or to gather his last bit of strength.

"I will protect you completely," Yun Yao muttered, a flicker of determination in her eyes. With a flash of ghostly force, she charged into the enemy ranks. The Star Chain in her hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, splattering blood wherever it passed. But the Blood Demon Sect's cultivators, like an endless swarm of locusts, continued to advance, wave after wave.

Suddenly, a dark figure, like lightning, struck Yun Yao from the side. She dodged to the side, but was still a step too slow. A black sword energy slashed across her shoulder, shredding her clothes instantly. Blood oozed out, staining her fair skin red. Yun Yao frowned in pain. Turning to look, she saw a thin demon cultivator wielding a black longsword. The blade seemed to be alive, humming and swirling with demonic aura like black flames, dancing wildly.

"Give me your life!" the demon cultivator roared, swinging his sword again. Yun Yao's eyes were icy, and she twisted the chain in her hand, entangling the opponent's sword. The two of them clashed, their spiritual energy surging like electric snakes in the collision, making a crackling sound.

Just as Yun Yao and the demon cultivator were locked in a stalemate, several cultivators from behind seized the opportunity and jointly cast a blood-red magic circle. The magic circle spun rapidly in the air, like a huge blood-red vortex, emitting a powerful suction force, enveloping Yun Yao. Yun Yao sensed danger and tried to break free from the demon cultivator's entanglement, but found that the demon cultivator clung to her like a piece of taffy, clinging to her tightly.

"Hmph!" Yun Yao roared, her spiritual energy surging wildly. She jerked her head, her long black hair whipping like a steel whip, lashing out at the magic circle behind her. The moment her hair touched the magic circle, a sizzling sound resembling hot oil poured onto ice and snow. Seizing this brief moment, Yun Yao kicked the demon cultivator away and retreated.

However, just as she took a few steps back, a powerful surge of spiritual energy suddenly erupted from above. She looked up and saw an old man in a black robe hovering in the air, his hands forming seals and muttering something. As he chanted, the sky seemed to rip open, and a streak of black lightning, like a raging dragon, struck Yun Yao.

Yun Yao was horrified. Without a second thought, she quickly crossed the Star Chains in front of her, forming a defensive barrier. Lightning struck the chains with a deafening roar. Yun Yao felt as if her arms were struck by boulders weighing tens of thousands of pounds. Numbness and aching spread, she barely managed to hold onto the chains. The immense force sent her flying backward, crashing heavily into a tree.

"Puff!" Yun Yao spat out a mouthful of blood, staining her clothes red. She leaned against a tree trunk, breathing heavily, but her eyes still burned with an unyielding fire. The surrounding Blood Demon Sect cultivators, observing this, burst into wild laughter, as if they had seen prey about to be caught.

"With such little ability, you dare to go against my Blood Demon Sect?" The old man in black robe mocked in the air. His voice was as harsh and unpleasant as the crow's noise.

Yun Yao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and slowly stood up. Her eyes swept over the enemies around her, as if counting off a death list. "Today, even if it costs me my life, I will not let you succeed." Her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with the determination to face death.

Just as the situation became increasingly critical, a powerful surge of spiritual energy suddenly erupted from the cave. Yun Yao's heart pounded with joy, knowing it was Chu Mochen taking action. A golden light, like the rising sun, burst forth from the cave, and wherever it passed, the Blood Demon Sect's cultivators, like ignited scarecrows, instantly reduced to ash.

Chu Mochen flashed and appeared beside Yun Yao. His face was still as pale as paper, but his eyes were like glittering stars, radiating immense majesty. "Yao'er, I'm here to help you," he whispered softly, his voice like a heavenly sound, causing Yun Yao's tense nerves to relax slightly.

The two stood side by side, spiritual energy surging through their bodies, like two gods of war descending to earth. Their eyes met, and their mutual trust and love became a materialized bridge, tightly connecting them. The surrounding Blood Demon Sect cultivators, observing this, couldn't help but feel a flicker of fear, but under the pressure of the Holy Maiden Youyue, they dared not retreat.

"Hmph, a mantis trying to stop a chariot!" Saint Youyue's voice rang out again, like a death warrant. Then, like a ghost, her figure emerged from the darkness. She was clad in a black robe embroidered with golden demonic patterns, like an evil star twinkling in the night sky. Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet shone with a chilling, eerie aura, like a mandala blossoming in the depths of hell.

"Chu Mochen, you can't escape today." Saint Youyue sneered, her gaze was like materialized ice cones, piercing back and forth on the two of them.

"Youyue, you have done so many evil things, today is the day you die!" Chu Mochen shouted angrily, his voice was like a huge bell, making the air around him buzz.

Yun Yao raised the star chain in her hand once more, the night-shining pearl on the chain, as if sensing its owner's wrath, shone even brighter. "Today, let us settle old scores and new ones together!" Her words, like a clarion call to war, echoed across the bloody battlefield.

A thrilling life-or-death battle thus unfolded. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen faced off, back to back, in a fierce battle with the Holy Maiden of Youyue and the cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect. Every collision of spiritual energy resembled the collision of stars, unleashing devastating energy; every ray of magic power was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, reaping the souls of the living.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Yun Yao stood like a rose blossoming amidst thorns, beautiful yet deadly. The star chains in her hands seemed like an extension of her arm, crushing enemies wherever she moved. However, her spiritual energy was rapidly depleting, and her body grew increasingly exhausted.

Chu Mochen, aware of Yun Yao's condition, was filled with anxiety. He ignored his own injuries and forcibly mobilized the divine power of the Son of God, unleashing powerful spell after powerful spell. Golden light surged like surging waves, repeatedly driving back the enemy. But the power of the Holy Maiden Youyue was beyond imagination. She stood like a towering mountain, unshakable. Every strike she made was enough to neutralize their attacks and even deliver a fatal counterattack.

"Haha, your struggles are in vain!" Saint Youyue laughed wildly. Her laughter sounded like the cry of a night owl, which made people shudder.

Yun Yao gritted her teeth, knowing full well that if this continued, they would surely be defeated. Her gaze darted across the battlefield, searching for a flaw in the enemy. Suddenly, she noticed that when Saint Youyue cast a powerful spell, a brief surge of spiritual energy appeared behind her, like a crack in a protective shield.

"Now!" Yun Yao thought to herself. She and Chu Mochen exchanged a glance, and they both instantly understood. Yun Yao flung the Star Chain, and the Night Pearl on it flew like a meteor chasing the moon, towards the flaw behind Youyue Saint. At the same time, Chu Mochen also exerted all his spiritual power, condensing a golden spear and following closely behind.

Saint Youyue sensed the danger and her expression changed drastically. She tried to turn around to block it, but it was too late. The star chain and the golden spear were like two deadly bullets, accurately hitting the flaw behind her.

"Ah!" Saint Youyue let out a scream. Her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a mountain. The mountain instantly collapsed, and huge rocks rolled down, like a landslide disaster.

The Blood Demon Sect's monks were terrified upon seeing this. They no longer had the will to fight and fled in all directions like frightened birds and beasts.

"Let's go!" Yun Yao took advantage of the brief chaos, pulled Chu Mochen up, and ran towards the teleportation array in the cave. Their figures shuttled through the blood mist and dust, like two petrels struggling forward in a storm.

The moment she stepped into the teleportation array, Yun Yao looked back and saw the battlefield stained red with blood, like a tragic painting of hell. She felt a mixture of emotions: hatred for the enemy and helplessness towards this cruel world of cultivation.

"I hope this time, we can find a way out," Yun Yao muttered to herself. Then, the teleportation array shone brightly, and the two figures gradually disappeared, leaving only a deadly silence on the battlefield, as if telling the story of this thrilling life-and-death battle.