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Chapter 4051: Nowhere to Escape
The soft, warm glow of the luminous pearl instantly illuminated the dark, murky sea of sand scorpions below.
This also caused the faces of the black-clad figures, who were struggling desperately against the sand scorpions, to contort slightly as they looked over.
The young girl stood suspended in mid-air, right above the small farmhouse courtyard. Her expression was as calm and indifferent as ever, and her bright, clear eyes looked particularly sharp and luminous in the night.
One of the men couldn't help but roar at Qiao Mu, "You knew there was a trap here, you deliberately..."
A vine whip slid in front of the black-clad man and lashed across his face with a "pah."
The man finally managed to steady himself, hacked at several surrounding sand scorpions, and then tried to leap into the air again.
Damn it!
It was that controlled feeling again.
His whole body felt heavy, as if being infinitely controlled by someone, completely unable to float.
Within the defensive barrier set up by Mo Lian and Feng Chen, trying to float freely? Heh, how truly naive.
After failing to float, the man gasped for air and sternly told his subordinates in black, "Don't panic, gather together, all of you, gather..."
He called out halfway through his sentence, and when he looked back, his face instantly twisted severely.
All around him was empty; there was no one, not a single soul, except for the overwhelming black scorpions covering the ground.
His subordinates had all been engulfed by the black scorpion swarm!
Looking at the scorpions creeping towards him, the man closed his eyes, instantly feeling a sense of defeat.
His long saber landed in the black scorpion swarm with a "pah." In a split second, he swelled up, rushing towards Qiao Mu at a terrifying speed.
Even if he died, he would take someone with him.
Qiao Mu's gaze was bone-chilling as she stared at the man before her, a faint hint of sarcasm on her lips.
"A praying mantis trying to stop a chariot, how dare it contend with the sun and moon," the little stoic coolly dropped these words, suddenly drawing the Thunderous Lightning Sword from her Consciousness Abyss. With one slash, it cut through the sky, swift as lightning, and swept horizontally towards the man.
It was as if a rift had been torn in the void, and the air in this place subtly twisted.
The sky shattered, the night was desolate, and the man, oppressed by the Thousand Thunder Illusions, the second form of the Nine Heavens Thunder Sword Art, looked in terror at the dark clouds pressing down from the sky.
He watched helplessly as thousands of thunderbolts transformed into sword shadows, carrying traces of lightning power, diving down from high above.
Rumbling, they poured entirely onto this unlucky fellow.
He was annihilated into fragments by the Thousand Thunder Illusions before he could even successfully self-detonate.
His entire being dissipated between heaven and earth.
Qiao Mu gazed indifferently at everything before her, then lowered her head to look at the lightning-infused sword in her hand. She slowly turned around and looked at the three remaining archers on the rooftop.
The latter had long been scared out of their wits.
After a few clangs, all three of them, their faces pale, dropped their weapons and surrendered.
At the same time, countless Explosive Birds had flown up to them, surrounding the three men.
The three archers looked at Qiao Mu with terrified eyes, like messengers from hell.
In just a quarter of an hour, out of more than five hundred elite disciples of the Qing Tian Sect, only three of them remained.
What a terrifying combat power!
Their master had completely underestimated this young girl.
She had actually tamed so many poisonous insects and creatures; it was simply incredible.
In the current situation, there was no escape.
They seemed to have no other choice but to surrender honestly.