Empress Fu Yao [Volume 3]

Chapter 124

Meng Fuyao smiled and slowly withdrew her hand, saying, “I’m good.”
Zhan Beiye averted his gaze, the light in his eyes dimmed a little, yet he still gave her a playful and charming smile.
Meng Fuyao smiled back in return. Suddenly, the smile froze.
In front of them, a black shadow of half man’s height silently appeared above Ji Yu’s head, hanging upside down from the ceiling, crashing straight into Ji Yu’s head.
Meng Fuyao sprinted forward.
Without looking back, Ji Yu drew his sword swiftly.

The speed of which he drew his sword was so quick that it was as though the sword was initially in his hands. The sword drove straight into the bundle of black shadow.
“Chi!”
Blood splattered over the pure white stalactite. A shriek could be heard from the black shadow as it brushed past Ji Yu, stirring up the stench of death and blood.
Ji Yu’s sword followed, showing no signs of falling back, and aimed for the black shadow. It was instantly sliced into two, yet it remained flying at high speed until it collided into a stalagmite. The stalagmite shattered into pieces as it fell onto the ground.
In the pile of rubble, a black pair of wings could be seen. It was actually a gigantic bat!
Meng Fuyao stared at the bat and mumbled, “This damn bat ancestor… it’s ridiculous…” Suddenly, she felt that the cave got darker and it was followed by a fishy odor. She lifted her head.
Meng Fuyao started gagging from the foul smell and said, “I take back my words. That wasn’t a bat ancestor, it was its descendant….”
A big patch of black appeared in the narrow exit up front. The sound of flapping wings could be heard as the patch of black got closer and closer. Taking a closer look, they realized that it was a larger cluster of bats, with each individual bat large beyond imagination. Even the gigantic bat from just now was considered small when compared to this group.
Zhan Beiye, even faster than Ji Yu, drew his sword and ordered, “Formation, Seven Stars!”

The well-trained Black Wind soldiers stood familiarly in their positions, with their weapons in hands, protecting Meng Fuyao. But Meng Fuyao snatched up the “Tianshu position” and launched her first strike at the very first bat.
Those bats had slightly gold fur on their abdomen area, a pair of jade green eyes and a mouthful of sharp teeth. Watching Meng Fuyao provoke them, the bats were filled with fury and flapped their wings, once again stirring up the bloody stench.
These beasts thought that their attack would somehow affect Meng Fuyao. To their disbelief, Meng Fuyao’s lips broke into a grin and with a turn she disappeared. A Black Wind soldier suddenly appeared at the back of the bat and chopped off its wings while Meng Fuyao changed her position and stabbed her dagger into another bat’s stomach.
Blood spattered everywhere, and the bat’s corpse was all around the place. Experienced elite soldiers plus two skilled masters coupled with the formidable Seven Stars Formation, regardless of how sly and big these bats were, it was still a one-sided massacre. Especially for the soldiers, they were taking out the entire journey worth of anger and feeling of helplessness on the bats, killing the bats mercilessly. Very quickly, a layer of gluey blood accumulated on the floor and the air was completely infused with the blood’s stench, lodging between people’s breath.
Seeing that they were at a disadvantage, the first bat suddenly let out a cry, and the rest of the bats got into order, dashing towards the soldiers. The soldiers that were completely sick of slaying the bats at this point tried to stop and take a breath. Before they got to take a break, they saw the bats rushing towards them and making a sudden U-turn, flying towards Meng Fuyao, aiming for the lighter that lit the place. The bats grabbed the lighter and ran.
“These sly motherf*ckers!” Meng Fuyao cursed and continued fighting, throwing the knives in the bats’ direction, killing a few in one go. Except for Zhan Beiye, the weapons of the soldiers were thrown in the direction of the bats. There were only a couple of lighters left, and without lighters, the journey would be impossible to continue. These damn bats actually tried to cut off their escape route.
As the injured bats fell, the lighter dropped on the ground. Suddenly, a group of bats rushed over and snatched the lighter away.
Meng Fuyao, was struck dumb with astonishment as she stared at these “intelligent” bats and uttered, “Are these bats or assassins? They knew how to escape when their attack failed and made a feint attack. To hell with this Chang Han Mountain… the things here are all ridiculous.”
“The Gun Tribe is a legendary mystic clan. If not, it would not have completely massacred the soldiers sent by the court a hundred years ago.” Zhan Beiye gripped the sword in his hands and said, “Count the number of lighters, how many are there left?”