Focusing, she extended her razor nails—with her bloodline still on cooldown, her job was all she had.
The ogres quickly bumped into the charging women. They roared, raising the giant clubs made from entire trees and swinging them at the women.
Wang Xiaorui proved why she was the only one who survived outside from the first batch—not only did she not dodge, she picked up her speed. She glanced past their club strikes to stab a twin-head’s thigh with her green-grade daggers.
Small wounds appeared, but only a bit of blood flowed. This green-grade weapon couldn’t break its defense at all.
Wang Xiaorui was shocked. But her movement didn’t slow. She kicked off its leg to dodge another attack before lifting off from its stomach to get near its chest.
While rising, she started to glow. When she reached the highest point, she was as bright as a small sun.
Then, defying physics, she changed trajectory mid-fall, slamming into the ogre’s chest.
To ensure the safety of the camp, she used her trump card, her job “Scorching Igniter”.
The collision produced a muffled boom. Wang Xiaorui scoffed and dropped from the sky, her radiance extinguished.
The injuries were severe, but they weren’t fatal.
Seeing her land, that ogre swung its club at her. As the weapon landed, several club shadows formed around which covered the region.
Mutated lifeforms had skills, too.
They clashed. The sounds weren’t loud, but after the ogre was sent a few steps back from the recoil, Wang Xiaorui was half laying on the ground. Her body was covered in blood.
She wasn’t dead, but to block the ogre’s strike, she tanked it with her weapon. Her arms were broken, and many of her bones were too.
This camp leader had lost her fighting strength.
Meanwhile, Xiaohua faced another seven-star ogre. She adopted totally different tactics tactics against her twin-head—staying low, exploiting speed to lace its legs with venomous slashes.
Her sharp claws had poison, and she relied on her speed to leave wounds on the ogre’s legs. Her gold-grade belt had mostly support skills. The only offensive trait was to worsen wounds. This made it even more unbearable for the ogre.
The giant body meant that it wasn’t agile enough to turn and attack Xiaohua. The two skills it threw out weren’t useful either.
Very quickly, its injuries were so bad that they couldn’t support its body. The ogre knelt on the ground and was unable to move.
Abandoning it, Xiaohua rushed to Wang Xiaorui’s side. Wang Xiaorui had lost her combat strength and was facing fatal threats.
Ye Zhongming would’ve approved—incapacitating the enemy was enough. There was no need to kill it now.
It wasn’t that Wang Xiaorui had made a wrong choice. If she was Ye Zhongming, that would be a good one, as he could easily kill them. But she underestimated her strength which caused her to get countered and badly injured.
With their best fighters occupied, it didn’t mean that the weaker ogres weren’t a threat. On the contrary, they had a huge advantage. Although Mengmeng was a six-star evolved, her allies couldn’t block these attacks. The moment they clashed, the humans collapsed. If not for Mengmeng who blocked and saved the flames, some of these women would have already died.
“Forget me… break out…”
Wang Xiaorui watched as Xiaohua carried her back and told her to abandon her. She knew that after she lost her combat strength, the camp had no chance of winning. Resisting now was foolish.
The best solution was to break through and hope for more of them to survive.
“Live well in the future.”
Memories of Soul Merchant’s horrors flashed through Wang Xiaorui’s mind. Death seemed good if her sisters were able to survive and live a better life.
“Sister Rui, hold on. We have helpers!” Xiaohua blurted out. She was sure that Ye Zhongming had left, but deep down, she hoped for a miracle.
Wang Xiaorui smiled weakly and didn’t say anything. She knew that her sister was trying to console her.
“Ah!”
A scream pierced the chaos—a sister had tripped, and an ogre grabbed her. The fear of death caused her to scream, and she was in total chaos.
This signal caused the other women who fled Soul Merchant to lose their will to resist. They retreated even though the area behind was a dead end.
Wang Xiaorui shut her eyes. It was over.
“Don’t kill them. They’re worth more alive than these lumbering ogres.”
A new voice froze the battlefield. Ogres halted; women clustered in confused dread.
“Resistance is pointless. Your escape already displeased me. Disobey further, and I’ll gladly feed you to those fellows.”
A convoy of advanced vehicles rolled into view. A man in a black leather cloak lined with gold stood atop the lead car. He crossed his arms and got close to the woman.
At his sight, several women began trembling violently, teeth chattering as they whispered three words:
“Saint Ao Cha.”