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

Shadow Moon followed closely, her figure weaving in and out of the shadows at the edge of the woods, almost blending into the darkness.

She gripped the dagger tightly in her hand, the dark red blood scab appearing even more sinister under the light. Her eyes narrowed into slits, like a cheetah in the darkness, locking onto the scent of its prey.

Using the cover of trees and bushes, she quietly approached the source of the sound, each step precise and silent, with only the fallen leaves on the ground trembling slightly as she passed.

As the divine beast cub got closer and closer to the source of the sound, the atmosphere around it became increasingly tense.

There is a mysterious atmosphere in the woods, as if countless pairs of eyes are watching from the dark.

The flames of the divine beast cub seemed to have hit an invisible wall and exploded violently in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere, illuminating a black figure hidden in the woods.

These figures were dressed in clothes similar to the black-robed men before. They wore hideous masks on their faces, and the eyes on the masks flashed a strange red light.

After the divine beast cub landed on the ground, it roared again, and a halo of light appeared on its body.

Lan Yunyan's eyes turned cold as she looked at the black-robed people in front of her and shouted sternly, "Who are you?"

Her voice echoed in the woods, and the light of the glass sword reflected on her face, adding a bit of coldness.

A low and hoarse laugh came from the black-robed man. The laugh seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, which was creepy.

"Lan Yunyan, you don't need to know who we are. You just need to know that today is the day you die." One of the men in black robes said grimly, the red light on his mask flickering like two jumping will-o'-the-wisp fires.

Lan Yunyan sneered: "Just you guys?"

She slightly raised the glass sword in her hand, and the light on the sword became more and more dazzling, as if responding to the fighting spirit of its owner.

"Little girl, don't be so arrogant." Another man in black robe waved the black sickle in his hand. The sickle exuded a strong dark aura. The surrounding air seemed to be corroded by this aura and became bitterly cold.

The young divine beast roared furiously, its aura growing stronger, like a layer of golden armor. It bared its teeth at the black-robed man, growling lowly, as if to demonstrate its fearlessness to the enemy.

Lan Yunyan took a step forward, her sleeves fluttering in the wind. She fixed her gaze on the man in black robes. "Come on, then. Let's see who will die here today."

Her soul power surged in her body, ready to launch a more violent attack at any time. The air around her seemed to be solidified by the confrontation between the two sides, and a great battle was about to break out.

Just when the atmosphere in the valley was extremely tense and a war was about to break out, the scene changed.

In a tranquil courtyard, Yun Mengyao and Lin Wan'er sat facing each other, yet neither of them possessed a trace of tranquility. Sunlight streamed down upon the blossoms in the courtyard, rendering the once vibrant blossoms pale in their eyes.

Yun Mengyao gripped the teacup tightly in her delicate hands, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force. She stared blankly at the tea in the cup, but had no intention of drinking it.

"Wan'er, Yunyan has been gone for so long, and my heart feels like it's being weighed down by a huge rock. I just can't let it go." Her voice was soft, but full of worry, as if every word carried her concern for Lan Yunyan.

Lin Wan'er frowned, and the silk handkerchief in her hand had been rubbed repeatedly by her, and it had long lost its original smoothness.

She bit her lower lip, tears in her eyes: "Mengyao, I had a nightmare last night. I dreamed that Yunyan was covered in blood. I was so scared..." As she spoke, a crystal teardrop slid down from the corner of her eye and dripped onto her clothes, spreading a small dark spot.

The air around them seemed to grow heavier. A gentle breeze brought a hint of coolness, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in their hearts. The rustling of leaves in the yard seemed to accompany their worries.

Yun Mengyao took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down: "We can't just sit there and worry. We have to find out some news about her."

She stood up and paced back and forth in the yard. Her skirt swayed with her movements, but it no longer had the lightness of the past.

The scene turns back to the valley and woods, and a battle is about to break out.

Lan Yunyan was like an angry female leopard, taking the initiative to attack. The glazed sword was wrapped in a brilliant light, and it pierced the black-robed man like a lightning bolt that cut through the darkness.

Her figure was as fast as a ghost, and every step she took brought up a gust of wind, causing the surrounding grass and trees to shake violently.

The man in black robe was not to be outdone. The figure waving the black sickle was like a ghost in the darkness. The rich dark aura on the sickle danced like black silk, colliding with the glass sword, making a sound of metal clashing, as if a huge bell was echoing in the valley.

Every collision splashed dazzling sparks, darkness and light intertwined and confronted each other at the intersection, the light and dark aura eroded each other, emitting a heart-pounding energy fluctuation.

The cub of the divine beast roared and rushed towards the man in black robe again. The halo on its body became more and more dazzling, turning into a series of tangible golden light whips, which lashed towards the man in black robe fiercely.

The light whip lashed the ground, instantly raising a cloud of dust and leaving behind deep grooves.

The black-robed men were hit by the light whip, their bodies shaking as if struck by lightning, but they quickly stabilized themselves, muttering something, and a dark aura spread from under their feet, forming a black shield to resist the attacks of the divine beast cubs.

The elites of the Seven Evils Pavilion seized the opportunity, shouted in unison, and the weapons in their hands burst out with powerful soul power light.

They formed a semicircle and launched an attack together. Light waves formed by soul power surged towards the man in black robes like a surging tide.

Wherever the light waves passed, the air was compressed and made a hissing sound. The stones on the ground were shattered and swept towards the man in black robes.

The men in black robes crossed their weapons in front of them, and dark aura surged from them, gathering into a huge black barrier, trying to block the overwhelming attack.

Yingyue shuttled among the black-robed crowd, her dagger like a deadly thorn in the dark night.