Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

The two sides remained in a stalemate, time frozen in time, each second stretched to an infinity that nearly brought them to a breaking point. Liu Yitao's chest heaved violently, like waves surging in a gale. Sweat poured down like a stream, soaking her once plain clothes mercilessly and clinging tightly to her skin. Her gaze remained as firm as a rock, staring unflinchingly at the two majestic gale lions before her. The sword in her hand trembled slightly, the subtle tremor seeming to speak of her helplessness and sorrow at the imminent exhaustion of her strength.

The Wild Wind Lion couple were also gasping for breath. Blood oozed continuously from the hideous wounds on their bodies, and the bright red liquid dripped onto the ground drop by drop, like blooming flowers of death, instantly staining the ground crimson. The man's eyes revealed a subtle hesitation, as if he was struggling to consider the horrific price to pay if he continued the battle. The woman continued to glare at Liu Yitao fiercely, her eyes filled with anger and unwillingness, as if she would never give up so easily.

The air around her seemed oppressed by the intense tension, becoming uncomfortably heavy, like an invisible mountain bearing down on her heart, making it difficult to breathe, as if every breath drained her strength. Liu Yitao's mind whirled like a rapidly spinning windmill, whirring as she racked her brain for a way out. But extreme fatigue, like a demon, clung to her, slowing her thinking as if she were mired in a chaotic fog.

The Storm Lion couple whispered to each other, their voices filled with anger and anxiety. Their deep roars echoed in the silence, like an unwilling accusation against fate. They knew that continuing this stalemate would be extremely disadvantageous for them, but they were reluctant to give up. After all, their beloved child was still in Liu Yitao's hands, and his life or death was uncertain.

Taiyue and Taiqing hid behind the massive rock, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. They watched the entire scene nervously, their eyes wide, afraid to make a sound, as if even the slightest breath would upset their fragile equilibrium. Their hands clasped tightly together, their palms wet with sweat, they worried deeply about their Master, Liu Yitao, and silently prayed for her safety.

The wind blew silently, stirring up a cloud of dust. Liu Yitao's hair fluttered in the wind, a tangled mass of black threads. Yet, her eyes grew more resolute, a look of determination ready to face death. Though her body was stretched to its limit, every movement seemed laborious and strenuous, her will remained as strong as steel. She refused to retreat, like an unshakable mountain.

The stalemate was finally broken, and the Wild Wind Lion couple launched another ferocious attack. The man flashed, ghostly, transforming into a dark shadow, swooping down on Liu Yitao's left side. His speed was so swift it was almost blinding. From the woman's mouth erupted a black whirlwind, like a raging black dragon, sweeping towards Liu Yitao's right side, sending flying sand and rocks flying wherever it passed.

Liu Yitao took a deep breath, gathered all her strength into her feet, and flew up into the air, narrowly avoiding the attacks from both sides. However, her movements were obviously not as agile as before, and her body was slightly sluggish, as if she was under tremendous pressure every second in the air.

Before Liu Yitao could even find her footing after landing, the man's claws swept towards her with a whistling sound. She hurriedly swung her sword to block it. There was a loud "clang" sound, deafening, and the huge impact made her retreat several steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground.

At that moment, the woman seized the opportunity to attack from behind, silently and ghostly. Liu Yitao felt a gust of wind from behind, a thorn in her side. In the critical moment, she rolled sideways, clumsily but accurately avoiding the attack.

"Damn it!" Liu Yitao roared, her voice filled with rage and unyielding determination. She endured the piercing pain radiating from every part of her body and charged forward once more. Her swordsmanship was no longer as sharp as it had been at first, and her moves were strained with fatigue and reluctance. But each stroke was punctuated by a desperate determination, and each sword strike shone with an unyielding radiance.

The Wild Wind Lion couple worked in perfect harmony, not giving Liu Yitao any chance to breathe. Liu Yitao had several new wounds on her body, and blood flowed out like a fountain, staining her clothes red, making her look like a bloody god of war.

However, Liu Yitao's eyes became more determined, a determination that ran deep in her bones. She knew she couldn't give up. For the sake of the two children she loved as her own, she had to fight to the end, even at the cost of her life.

"Even if I die, I will not let you succeed!" Liu Yitao shouted loudly, her voice full of indomitable spirit and stubbornness, echoing for a long time in this empty battlefield, as if it was the strongest resistance to fate.

The battle became increasingly fierce, and Liu Yitao gradually fell into a desperate situation. Every defense and attack seemed so difficult. But she still brandished her sword and fought desperately with the Wild Wind Lion couple. The scene was like a heart-shaking and tragic painting.

Liu Yitao's spiritual energy was rapidly depleting, and every breath became heavy and difficult. Her clothes were already tattered, and the blood from the wounds had stained large areas red, mixing with sweat and stinging her skin.

The Storm Lion couple's attacks grew increasingly fierce, their eyes filled with determination to kill. The man's every pounce was accompanied by a whirring sound, while the woman's whirlwind was even more powerful, uprooting surrounding trees and sending sand and rocks flying all over the sky.

Liu Yitao gritted her teeth and held on with her tenacious will. Her sword seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in her hand, but she still swung it with all her might, trying to resist the attack of the Wild Wind Lion.

Suddenly, Liu Yitao slipped and stumbled. The man seized the opportunity and pounced, his sharp claws about to slice her throat. In the nick of time, Liu Yitao used up her last bit of strength to roll sideways, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

But before she could catch her breath, the woman's whirlwind struck again. Liu Yitao was caught in it, her body spinning in the air, dizzy.

As she fell heavily to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth. She felt her vision begin to blur and her consciousness gradually became chaotic.

"I can't fall down like this!" Liu Yitao shouted in her heart, enduring the severe pain and standing up again.

At this moment, Taiyue and Taiqing couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw their master in such a miserable state.

"Master, you must hold on!" Taiyue's voice was filled with tears.

Tai Qing clasped his hands together and prayed silently: "God bless Master to be safe."

When Liu Yitao heard the children's cries, a warm feeling surged in her heart. She cheered herself up again and started a desperate fight with the Wind Lion couple.

However, her strength was ultimately limited, her movements became slower and slower, and her flaws became more and more numerous.

The Wind Lion couple seemed to have noticed this and attacked even more fiercely, not giving Liu Yitao any chance to breathe.