The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Seeing that dense, dark mass, Fang Qingyou's lips twitched involuntarily.

This densely packed area probably contains several hundred people.

However, what happened next made Fang Qingyou feel her eyelids twitch involuntarily.

Because almost immediately after the group of assassins in black landed on the mountaintop, another group of assassins followed closely behind.

The group of assassins numbered approximately one hundred.

However, it seems they are not with the group of assassins in black.

The first group of assassins were all dressed in black masked assassin outfits, but the group of assassins just now, although also dressed in black assassin outfits, each of them wore a blue-faced, fanged mask, looking like evil spirits from hell, giving people an exceptionally terrifying feeling.

Fang Qingyou looked up at the sky with a mournful expression. Dear God, is this the start of all her enemies working together?

Fang Qingyou felt extremely miserable, but she didn't dwell on it for long. Instead of complaining, she would rather fight for her survival.

"Crack—crack—crack—" Just then, Luo Qianmo swung his long whip again, making a series of loud whistling sounds.

At the same time, Fang Qingyou grabbed stones with both hands and threw them at the group of assassins.

"Stay close to me and don't stray too far." Luo Qianmo gave Fang Qingyou a few instructions, even though he had seen her succeed, he still couldn't help but worry about her.

Although he agreed to let her join the battle, he was still unwilling to let her take risks.

"Mm," Fang Qingyou replied, then returned to the battle.

Time passed slowly, and Fang Qingyou and Luo Qianmo continued their battle with the assassins.

Those black-clad assassins were relatively easy to deal with. Luo Qianmo could take down several with a single whip, and sometimes even more than a dozen. Fang Qingyou could also always defeat several of them.

However, Luo Qianmo could still handle a few of these fanged masked assassins, while Fang Qingyou's stone and hidden weapon attacks had become ineffective.

Therefore, almost all the black-clad assassins had fallen, but the group of fanged masked assassins still had a large number of members.

As the fanged masked assassin closed in, he had already cornered Luo Qianmo and Fang Qingyou at the edge of the mountaintop, while there were still more than a dozen of them left.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyou calmly grabbed two handfuls of poison and then scattered them among the group of fanged masked assassins in the chaos.

However, the effects of the poison made Fang Qingyou frown.

She personally concocted this poison, and she knew its effects very well. This amount of poison could instantly render even the most powerful and burly man incapable of fighting.

However, the actions of these fanged masked assassins were only slightly slowed down.

Fang Qingyou used poison again, and the movements of several more fanged masked assassins became slower.

This change made Fang Qingyou 70-80% certain that the poisons were far too weak to harm these fanged masked assassins.

Was it because their martial arts skills were too high, or because of their physical condition?

Fang Qingyou felt it was because of the latter. These fanged masked assassins did seem to be stronger than the black-clad assassins, but that level of strength wasn't enough to make them develop such a strong resistance to the poison.

Just as she was thinking this, several fanged masked assassins suddenly rushed towards Fang Qingyou.

The aura was overwhelming and the killing intent was palpable.

Fang Qingyou's eyelids twitched, and she grabbed a handful of more potent poison powder in each hand and threw it at the group.

The effect was slightly weaker than expected. Three of the six fanged masked assassins fell, and the remaining three became slightly slower, but this speed was still dangerous for Fang Qingyou.

At this point, Fang Qingyou was quite certain that these fanged masked assassins possessed a certain degree of resistance to toxins. If she wasn't mistaken, they must have been cultivated using special methods.

Fang Qingyou frowned, considering the possibility of defeating the three fanged masked assassins using her fist techniques.

But then she saw one of them swing a knife at her, the blade gleaming with an eerie black light, clearly poisoned.

Fang Qingyou knew she should avoid the knife, but the truth was she couldn't avoid it at all. Just as she almost lost her footing and fell below the mountain peak, Luo Qianmo suddenly flew over, holding a whip in one hand and a sharp sword flying up in the other.

"Clang—" Luo Qianmo knocked the knife to the ground with a whip, and with a sword, he forced back three fanged masked assassins.

In an instant, Fang Qingyou was saved.

However, the result was that both Fang Qingyou and Luo Qianmo were forced to the edge of the mountaintop.

Fang Qingyou was very grateful to Luo Qianmo for saving her from danger many times. Now, hearing his slightly heavy breathing and seeing the ten remaining fanged masked assassins, a thought suddenly came to her mind.

Instead of retreating, Fang Qingyou walked towards the several fanged masked assassins.

"Come and arrest me! I'm your target, he's innocent. If you release him, I'll come with you obediently!"

Fang Qingyou shouted at the group of fanged masked assassins.

But before she could finish speaking, Luo Qianmo, realizing what was happening, reached out and pulled her back.

Luo Qianmo pointed his sword menacingly at the group of fanged masked assassins: "Anyone who dares to touch her will die!"

"Clang—" As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp sword in his hand suddenly flew out, as if it had a life of its own, and flew towards the fanged masked assassin.

In a matter of seconds, the remaining fanged masked assassins all fell to the ground, and a strong smell of blood instantly spread.

Then, there was no longer a single assassin in front of him, and the corpses of those assassins were piled up like a small mountain in front of him.

Luo Qianmo, however, was not pleased. Instead, he grabbed Fang Qingyou's shoulders and asked, "Why did you do this?"

Luo Qianmo gripped Fang Qingyou tightly, causing her pain.

Hearing his heavy breathing, Fang Qingyou looked back into his eyes: "Luo Qianmo, I'm already very grateful that you saved me. But these assassins are too strong, there's no way to kill them all. Even if you could fight a hundred against one, you might not be able to escape unscathed. You should go, don't worry about me. Everyone dies eventually, I'm not the first, and I won't be the last."

"Luo Qianmo, I am so grateful for your life-saving grace. I can never repay you in this life, so let's do it in the next!"

"No, I won't let you die! I want you to live! Fang Qingyou, listen to me, I want you to live!" Luo Qianmo gripped Fang Qingyou's shoulders even tighter, making her feel as if her bones were about to be crushed.

Luo Qianmo's voice was forceful and domineering. Fang Qingyou was about to try to persuade him again when a hoarse and sharp voice suddenly rang out: "Haha, what a loving and devoted couple in distress! Don't worry, neither of you will survive!"

The sound approached almost instantly, growing louder as it drew nearer.