The enemy had taken the bait.
But for Ning Rongrong, this was both an opportunity and a deadly risk.
One mistake, and she would die without even a burial place.
Wu Qi and Changkong both knew about the hidden weapons in each other's possession, so neither of them was overly worried.
But Huo Wu and the others had no idea, and they were extremely anxious.
Ning Rongrong was a support spirit master. Against assassins like these, once they got close to her, she would be dead in less than a second.
"Go help Rongrong!" Feng Xiaotian shouted.
The three high-level Spirit Ancestor assassins easily broke free from Changkong and the others' attempts to hold them back.
One after another, they rushed toward Ning Rongrong.
"Third Spirit Skill, Resistance Fire Ring!"
Huo Wu continuously unleashed her Spirit Skill.
Unlike Wu Qi, these assassins lacked overwhelming reaction speed and predictive ability, so they were blasted backward by the rings of fire.
But this was not an arena match with limited space.
The assassins were extremely fast, and the knockback range of the fire rings was limited. Huo Wu's resistance was little more than a temporary delay.
"Fifty-Four Consecutive Slashes of the Gale Demon Wolf!"
Feng Xiaotian's expression changed drastically.
Among everyone present, Ning Rongrong had the highest status. If anything happened to her, they would inevitably offend the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
With the Chaotic Splitting Wind Hammer technique as a foundation, the stacking speed of his attacks became even faster.
In the blink of an eye, the attack chain had already surpassed thirty layers, causing both his speed and attack power to rise to terrifying levels.
At the same time, Wu Qi's Spirit Luan Technique had also stacked to an extremely high level.
The attacks of the Level 53 Spirit King could no longer touch him at all. Instead, Wu Qi's increasingly ferocious attacks left multiple wounds across the man's body.
Ning Rongrong used her speed amplification on herself.
Support spirit masters suffered heavy reduction when enhancing themselves. Even a legendary martial spirit like the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda lost half its effectiveness.
Combined with her naturally weak physique, there was no way she could outrun high-level Spirit Ancestor assassins.
As the enemy rapidly closed in, Ning Rongrong suddenly stopped and turned around, her eyes sharpening.
No one cared about the desperate resistance of a support spirit master before death. The assassin revealed a cruel smile as the forelimbs of his Gray Wolf martial spirit extended forward.
Even if he could not kill Ning Rongrong immediately, seriously crippling her would be enough.
Just as the attack was about to land, a mischievous smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Ning Rongrong's lips.
At some point, a Zhuge Divine Crossbow had appeared in her right hand.
Her finger pulled the trigger, and over a dozen bolts exploded outward.
At such close range, the Gray Wolf Spirit Ancestor had no way to dodge and could only take the attack head-on.
At present, the strongest mechanical hidden weapon Tang San could create was the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.
Its power was extraordinary, easily piercing through the Gray Wolf Spirit Ancestor's body.
Ning Rongrong sidestepped, while the assassin crashed through several large trees before collapsing unconscious onto the ground.
The vitality of a high-level Spirit Ancestor was extremely strong. Since the bolts had not struck any vital points, he was not dead yet.
But Ning Rongrong had no intention of stopping there.
She raised her hand, and a silent sleeve arrow hidden inside her sleeve shot out.
The arrow easily pierced through the man's neck, severing his head completely from his body.
Everything happened in a split second.
When the remaining assassins realized what had happened, terror filled their hearts.
A support spirit master at the Spirit Ancestor level had actually killed a high-level Spirit Ancestor in return?
What kind of weapon was that?
With one assassin dead, the remaining two high-level Spirit Ancestors were immediately surrounded by Changkong and the others, losing all chance of pursuing Ning Rongrong.
"Nine Treasures have names. Third: Spirit!"
Streams of nine-colored light entered Wu Qi and Feng Xiaotian's bodies, restoring their spirit power while simultaneously increasing the power of their Spirit Skills.
Wu Qi's attacks became even faster.
With such a durable opponent acting as a target, his Spirit Luan Technique had already reached the eighty-first layer.
Unlike the Chaotic Splitting Wind Hammer technique, reaching the highest layer of Spirit Luan Technique did not force the user to unleash a final strike.
Instead, the state could be maintained continuously.
Of course, the spirit power consumption was immense.
But with Ning Rongrong acting like a living battery pack, Wu Qi had no reason to hold back.
The Level 53 Spirit King felt indescribably bitter.
Who could have imagined that a mere low-level Spirit Ancestor could unleash such terrifying attack power?
He wanted to activate his fifth Spirit Skill to defend himself, but Wu Qi's attack speed was simply too fast.
He was never given the chance to use it.
One minute later, the bloodstained wing blades sliced off the enemy's head.
This battle marked the first time Wu Qi had killed a Spirit King across levels.
But he did not relax.
The battle was not over yet.
Wu Qi immediately moved to support Feng Xiaotian. His Spirit Luan Technique had still not been canceled.
He alone had already managed to kill a Spirit King. Now, joining forces with Feng Xiaotian, the Level 54 Spirit King died on the spot.
As for the remaining two high-level Spirit Ancestors, they had already been terrified by the overwhelming pressure of the two fighters. They were killed almost instantly upon contact.
"Captain, your consumption is way too high. Aren't you going to cancel your Spirit Skill state?" Feng Xiaotian could not help reminding him.
Ning Rongrong said, "Brother Wu Qi, I can still hold on for a few more minutes. Hurry and finish the remaining enemy!"
At this point, only Zhang Jie remained.
In order to protect the students, Sun Buyu had already pushed himself to the limit, exchanging injuries for injuries and steadily gaining the upper hand.
Realizing the situation had completely turned against him and that there was no escape route left, Zhang Jie shouted loudly,
"If you don't help now, I'm dead!"
There was still another person!
Alarm bells instantly rang in everyone's minds.
Wu Qi was especially sensitive to the flow of air and immediately detected an arrow flying toward them.
His wings beat powerfully, generating a gust of wind that effortlessly deflected the incoming arrow.
At the same time, his eyes sharpened.
He had plenty of experience dealing with archery-type spirit masters.
Since it was daytime, he quickly pinpointed the enemy's location.
His figure flashed forward like a meteor streaking through the sky.
Wang Feng was not actually an assassin.
He simply had some friendship with Zhang Jie and had agreed to assist him.
His primary task had been keeping watch around the battlefield to prevent interference from outsiders or Spirit Beasts.
Earlier, watching Wu Qi kill a Spirit King while still only a Spirit Ancestor had completely shaken him.
A genius with this kind of strength absolutely had to come from a major power. Offending someone like that would inevitably invite deadly retaliation.
Originally, he had planned to flee.
But then he realized that if Zhang Jie were captured alive and revealed his identity, he would not escape either.
That was why he chose to intervene and help Zhang Jie out of danger.
What he had not expected was that Wu Qi would lock onto his position almost instantly and close the distance at an unbelievable speed.
Could a teenage Spirit Ancestor really possess such terrifying combat instincts?
Powerful air currents swirled around Wu Qi's body, making Wang Feng's arrows completely incapable of injuring him or even slowing him down.
Seeing the situation deteriorate, Wang Feng immediately released a control-type Spirit Skill while rapidly retreating.
"You think you can run?"
Wu Qi sneered.
At the same time, he lightly brushed his finger across his storage spirit tool, pulling out several Dragonzhi leaves before quickly swallowing them.
Dragonzhi Leaves could rapidly restore spirit power. Even after leaving the amplification range of Ning Rongrong's Spirit Skill, he still retained the ability to continue fighting.
"Damn it, how is this Spirit Ancestor this strong?!"
As a Spirit King, even if his close-combat ability was weak, he should not have been reduced to such a miserable state against a mere Spirit Ancestor.
Wu Qi's strength was simply unreasonable.
Since when did the spirit master world become a place where a Spirit Ancestor could chase a Spirit King around trying to kill him?
Before he could think further, Wu Qi had already closed the distance.
Wang Feng had no choice but to fight back head-on.
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