The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

Lan Yunyan frowned slightly. She could feel that this encounter was not accidental. The enemy seemed to know their whereabouts very well.

When we reached the mouth of the valley, the sun shone down, but it didn't bring much warmth.

Lan Yunyan stopped, took out a pill from her bosom and swallowed it. After a short breath, her soul power recovered a little.

She looked at the mountains in the distance, which were shrouded in clouds and mist and hid countless unknown dangers.

"Everyone be careful, we don't know if there are any other ambushes." Lan Yunyan's voice was a little hoarse.

Everyone nodded, regained their spirits, and gripped their weapons tightly.

The cub of the divine beast let out a low roar, as if protesting against the unknown challenge it was about to face.

They continued forward, each step cautious of the unknown. The sun shone on them, but it couldn't dispel the tense atmosphere that lingered around them.

Lan Yunyan walked in front. Although her face was still pale, her eyes became more determined.

Her soul power slowly recovered under the effect of the elixir, and her steps gradually became stronger. She grasped the glass sword again, and the light on the sword was flickering, as if echoing the will of its owner.

The cub of the divine beast followed Lan Yunyan, its steps a little staggering. The marks of burns from the dark power on its body were shocking. The hair in some places was burnt, revealing the tender pink flesh.

But there was no fear in its eyes, and every low roar made the air tremble slightly, which was a warning to potential enemies.

From time to time, it sniffed the air around it, trying to catch the scent of possible danger.

The elites of the Seven Evils Pavilion supported each other. Although their injured companions were weak under their protection, their eyes showed tenacity.

Their clothes were torn and bloodstained, and some of the wounds were still oozing blood, dripping onto the dry ground, leaving a string of dark red marks.

However, their hands holding their weapons tightly did not tremble at all, and their steps were neat and powerful, like a well-trained iron-blooded army that would not be easily defeated even if they were scarred.

Yingyue followed behind the team, her eyes as sharp as an eagle, scanning the surrounding grass, trees, stones and soil.

The blood on the dagger in her hand had dried, and dark red blood scabs were attached to the blade, but she didn't care at all.

She always kept an eye on the rear of the team, guarding against enemy attacks from behind.

Her steps were light and cautious, each one silent, as if blending into the surrounding environment, becoming the last line of defense for the protection team.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, lifting a wildflower by the roadside, its petals swirling in the wind. Lan Yunyan stopped abruptly, her hand on her lightsaber, and she looked around warily.

The divine beast cub also arched its body and let out a low humming sound from its throat.

Everyone stopped instantly, gripped their weapons tightly, and stood ready. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Lan Yunyan held her breath and listened carefully to the movements around her. The wind whistled past her ears, and the petals of the wild flower brushed against her cheek, bringing a slight itch.

Her eyes were like lightning, penetrating the grass and bushes on the roadside, not missing any suspicious signs.

Every swaying leaf and every shaking stone seemed to hide the figure of an enemy.

The humming of the divine beast cub grew deeper and deeper, its claws dug deep into the ground, and its body was as tense as a fully drawn bow, ready to spring forth at any moment.

Its burned fur looked particularly dazzling in the sunlight, and the wounds emitted a faint burnt smell, but at this moment it had forgotten all the pain, and all its attention was focused on the potential danger.

The elites of the Seven Evils Pavilion quickly formed a defensive circle, protecting their injured companions in the middle.

Their eyes were full of vigilance, and beads of sweat the size of beans on their foreheads slid down their cheeks, mixed with blood and dust, leaving mottled marks on their faces.

The weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, which was their confidence in facing unknown dangers.

Yingyue moved silently to the side of the team like a ghost, half-crouching like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Her dagger reflected a dark red light in the sunlight, contrasting with the dried blood.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and listened attentively, not missing any slightest sound. The wind blew through her hair, but it could not blow away the murderous aura emanating from her.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, only the wind continued to blow, and the petals of wild flowers continued to dance in the wind.

Suddenly, a slight sound of branches breaking came from the woods on the left. Lan Yunyan's eyes flashed, and the lightsaber was instantly unsheathed. The light from the sword became brighter, illuminating a small area around it.

The cub of the divine beast suddenly pounced towards the direction where the sound came from, and a weak flame spewed out of its mouth. It wanted to use this flame to tear open the camouflage of the enemy hiding in the dark.

The cub of the divine beast rushed towards the woods on the left like an arrow. The weak flame gradually grew stronger during the flight, like a nimble fire snake. Wherever it passed, the air was burned and distorted.

The flames illuminated the darkness at the edge of the woods, and mottled shadows swayed on the tree trunks and the ground, as if countless ghosts were dancing.

Lan Yunyan followed closely behind, her figure as light as a swallow, and every step she took was filled with fierce momentum.

The light from the glazed sword was like a small sun, making her face look extremely cold.

Her sleeves fluttered in the wind, as if playing the prelude to battle.

The wind pulled at her hair, but it couldn't stop her from moving forward. Her eyes were fixed on the direction the divine beast cub was going, ready to deal with any enemy that might appear.

The elites of the Seven Evils Pavilion did not hesitate at all. They quickly adjusted their defense circle and moved towards the woods.

The injured companions were steadily held up by two elites. Although their wounds were in severe pain due to the violent movement, they gritted their teeth and endured it, looking firmly at the woods.

The other elites marched in unison, making dull sounds as they stepped on the ground. Their weapons were already ready, and the cold light flickered in the sunlight, like ice spikes in winter, sharp and deadly.