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An Wuhen was slightly stunned. He obviously didn't expect that Dongfang Qingmo could burst out with such momentum in this desperate situation.

Dongfang Qingmo shouted loudly, and the Dragon Roar Sword shone with brilliant light. She waved the sword and rushed towards An Wuhen.

An Wuhen sneered and condensed the black mist again, trying to block her attack.

At this moment, Dongfang Qingmo seemed to be blessed by a mysterious power. Wherever the Dragon Roar Sword went, the black fog dissipated.

Just as she was about to approach An Wuhen, An Wuhen suddenly cast an illusion and instantly appeared behind her, wanting to attack her again.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and the phantom seemed like the real one, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Although Dongfang Qingmo reacted in time, he was still injured by him.

An Wuhen's attack was like a sharp blade, cutting through her clothes and leaving a deep wound on her body.

She groaned and staggered forward a few steps involuntarily.

"Mo'er..." Huangfu Yi tried to stand up, but to no avail.

His body was weak and every time he tried to move it felt like thousands of needles were pricking his wounds.

His eyes were filled with worry and anxiety as he stared at Dongfang Qingmo's figure.

Huangfu Yu had just settled Dongfang Ti down when she looked up to see that her eldest nephew was seriously injured.

"Ayi!" Huangfu Yu was shocked and immediately ran towards Huangfu Yi.

Her steps were hurried and flustered.

She looked at Huangfu Yi, whose breath was weak, and felt a sharp pain in her heart. She hurriedly took out the healing pill and fed it to him.

Her hands trembled as she carefully put the pill into Huangfu Yi's mouth.

Ayi, please don’t get into any trouble!

At the same time, Dongfang Qingmo was forced to retreat repeatedly by An Wuhen's attack, and his injuries were getting worse.

Her clothes were stained with blood, and her face was covered in sweat and fatigue.

But she gritted her teeth and kept fighting. Her eyes were full of determination and unyielding spirit, unwilling to give up easily.

Huangfu Yi grabbed Huangfu Yu's hand and said anxiously, "Aunt, help her!"

He felt that Mo'er could no longer bear it.

Upon hearing this, Huangfu Yu looked towards Dongfang Qingmo.

It was pitch black, with only the flickering light and shadow, and it didn't seem real to her.

She will definitely save her niece-in-law!

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An Wuhen suddenly stopped attacking, and his figure gradually merged with the black fog, as if he was part of this endless darkness.

His voice echoed in Dongfang Qingmo's ears, with a hint of teasing and mockery: "Dongfang Qingmo, why are you so stubborn? Why don't you just obey me? That Huangfu Yi is just a waste. Only I can take you to the top and look down on the world!"

Dongfang Qingmo held the Dragon Roar Sword tightly, her body trembling slightly, but her eyes were extremely firm.

She swung her sword fiercely and roared, "Bah! Since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over good. Even if I fall today, there will be thousands and thousands of people like me who will stand up to you!"

Her voice echoed in the air with an unyielding will.

Only she herself knew that she was exhausted and the pain in her body made it almost impossible for her to stand.

Few patches of her skin were intact, and every wound reminded her of the brutality of the battle.

The suffocating feeling continued to erode her brain, making her thinking increasingly blurred.

Her strength was fading away bit by bit, and she felt that she could no longer hold on.