The White-Bone Demon of the Farm is as rich as a country

In a moment, those around Fengying began to slow down, as if held back by an invisible force, and soon became victims of her blade. Meanwhile, Fengying steadily advanced towards the center of the battlefield, her long sword flashing with a cold light, and blood splattered wherever she moved.

Ru Yue's face was solemn, her gaze fixed on the swiftly moving figure of Feng Ying ahead of her. Not daring to slack off, she followed closely behind. She clutched the delicate little porcelain bottle tightly in both hands, placed it to her lips, and blew with all her might. Puffs of white smoke poured out of the small porcelain bottle, quickly filling the surrounding air.

This white smoke seemed to have magical powers. Wherever it went, the assassins who were originally aggressive and murderous felt their limbs gradually losing strength, as if their bones and muscles were pulled out. Their bodies involuntarily became limp and they fell to the ground one after another.

At this time, not only Chu Ning'an and others who were in the battle situation keenly noticed the changes in the situation, but even the assassins who were carrying out the assassination missions themselves realized that something was wrong.

Their faces were filled with fear, and they secretly cried out inwardly, trying their best to turn around and escape this dangerous place. However, it was too late! Their legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not move even a little bit.

"How dare you, shameless scoundrels, use poison? How despicable!" A furious assassin in the crowd could no longer contain his inner rage and shouted at the top of his lungs. His roar echoed in the silent space, filled with resentment and anger.

However, Ru Yue remained unmoved by the assassin's accusations. Her face was cold, her eyes gleaming with anger as she quickly approached the assassin. Then, with lightning speed, she suddenly raised her right foot and delivered a fierce kick to the man's chest. The assassin fell to the ground like a pile of mud.

The assassin endured the excruciating pain, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Ru Yue. The rage in his eyes seemed to burn everything. His teeth were bared, his expression twisted and ferocious, as if he wanted to devour Ru Yue alive.

Then, Ru Yue bent down, picked up a stray stick, and clenched it with both hands, lashing the assassin's head with it. Every time the stick landed, there was a crisp sound and the assassin's painful wail.

"How dare you shamelessly call others despicable? Look at you, a bunch of rabble, using your numbers to bully a few and besiege a mere few of us. How dare you blame others?" Ru Yue cursed angrily while vigorously waving the wooden stick in her hand. Her beautiful eyes were like two burning flames at this moment.

She quickly glanced at her group, only to see that everyone was covered in scars of varying depths and sizes, a shocking sight. This scene made the anger in her heart even more intense, like a volcano about to erupt.

Ru Yue, like a madman, frantically lashed out at the assassins, who had already collapsed to the ground, powerless to fight back. Each lash was filled with resentment and anger, and she continued to curse, "You unscrupulous bastards, you act so shamelessly and vilely, yet you slander others and accuse them of being despicable. I think you are the truly despicable and shameless ones! Keep cursing! Keep cursing!"

Ru Yue's face was flushed with rage, her eyes wide, and veins bulging on her forehead. She seemed to have lost her mind to rage. Even so, she still couldn't let go of the hatred in her heart. Each time she struck, she became more and more brutal, beating the assassins to the point of crying out for mercy.

Chu Ning'an, ever on guard, finally noticed something was wrong with Ru Yue. She seemed completely lost in hatred and rage, as if trapped in a horrible nightmare. Chu Ning'an, anxious and repressing the pain, staggered towards Ru Yue and embraced her tightly.

"Ruyue, don't be angry. Let's calm down, okay? Everything is over. Those evil people have received the punishment they deserve. Don't bother with them anymore." Chu Ning'an shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to wake up Ruyue, who was lost in anger, with his warm embrace and caring words.

As Chu Ning'an shook her hard and strenuously, Ru Yue gradually regained consciousness. She seemed to have just woken up from a long and deep nightmare. She looked blankly at Chu Ning'an's face, which looked particularly haggard due to fatigue and worry.

Then, like a flood bursting through a dam, she cried out, her cry heartbreaking and grief-stricken: "They actually hacked you, they actually hacked you... I must kill them with my own hands, I must cut these evil people into pieces!"

Chu Ning'an knew very well that Ru Yue was by no means a weak woman who could not withstand the slightest wind and rain. The reason why she was so emotionally out of control at this moment was entirely because she had witnessed with her own eyes the pain and harm suffered by her own people. The deep concern for her companions in her heart suddenly erupted like a volcano, causing her to lose her usual calmness and rationality.

The others also slowly recovered from their initial shock and confusion. Their eyes widened as they stared blankly at the nearly insane Ru Yue before them, their hearts awash with mixed emotions.

When his eyes met Ru Yue's, an indescribable feeling of emotion and warmth surged in his heart. They looked at each other, as if they could read something in each other's eyes.

Although everyone had more or less some shocking wounds on their bodies, some of which were even bleeding; although their steps had become extremely heavy and slow due to extreme fatigue, as if every step required exhausting all their strength, they still supported each other and moved forward with difficulty.

One step, two steps... With each step, they would speak to Ruyue in the gentlest, most resolute voice they could muster: "Don't worry, girl. We're fine, we're really fine. Don't worry too much." These soothing words, like a gentle spring breeze, gently caressed Ruyue's already arrogant and frustrated heart, bringing her a glimmer of comfort and hope. Like a magical spell, they gradually relaxed Ruyue's tense nerves, and the expression of fear and despair on her face faded.

With everyone's constant comfort, Ru Yue's emotions gradually calmed down. She was no longer as excited and manic as before. However, her red and swollen eyes and the tear marks on her face were still clearly visible, silently telling of the pain and worry in her heart that had not yet dissipated.