Chapter 189: Encirclement

The trial space, now brimming with tension and expectancy, mirrored the external threat looming over it. While the human cultivators inside remained largely unaware of the sinister plans being woven outside, the demons and barbarians had orchestrated an almost impregnable siege, aimed at ensnaring Chu Xiu and the Saint of Yao Chi, Feng Yao.

Outside, the encirclement was meticulously planned and executed with precision. The demon barbarians, led by the cunning and ruthless Qing Jiao, had set traps and laid ambushes with the clear intent of capturing or killing the human contestants as soon as they emerged. They utilized their numerical superiority to great effect, stationing their most powerful warriors at strategic points to close off any potential escape routes.

Qing Jiao, with a smirk on his face, surveyed the area. He had gathered the most elite fighters from various clans and tribes, ensuring that each one was itching for a chance to confront and take down Chu Xiu, whose reputation as a formidable foe had spread like wildfire. "This time, the humans won't slip through our fingers," he muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with malice.

Meanwhile, inside the trial space, Feng Yao's challenge was drawing considerable attention. Her graceful yet powerful maneuvers against the bunny girl were a display of her profound mastery over the secret techniques she had learned. The crowd watched in awe, their cheers and gasps punctuating the air as the battle intensified.

Feng Yao's elegance in combat contrasted sharply with the grim readiness outside. Each move she made was followed by anticipatory silence, then bursts of applause or sighs as the audience lived through her highs and lows. Her focus was absolute; her execution, flawless. She was not merely fighting for success in the trial; she was upholding the dignity and capability of her lineage and, by extension, of all humankind against the monstrous entities that awaited outside.

Back at the demon barbarian camp, Wangshan Mo, despite his initial reservations about the assault, now watched the developments with a hardened resolve. He knew that the implications of this operation extended beyond personal vendettas against Chu Xiu; they touched on the very supremacy of demons over humans in this mystical realm. The success of their plan would mean not just a strategic victory but a symbolic one as well.

As the encirclement tightened and the hours passed, the atmosphere grew increasingly charged. The demons and barbarians readied themselves for the imminent confrontation, their eyes fixed on the exits of the trial space, their weapons at the ready, their hearts fueled by a cocktail of hatred and zeal.

Inside, oblivious to the imminent danger, Feng Yao continued her duel, her figure a blur of motion against the surreal backdrop of the trial space. Each participant inside the trial space, engrossed in their own challenges, remained unaware of the deadly net closing in around them—a net that could spell the end of their journey, or perhaps even their lives, should they step unaware into the trap laid by their monstrous adversaries.