When Wen Ning heard Yan Yu’s words, he felt belittled, and his face immediately darkened with anger.
“All bark and no bite. Take this!”
After snapping at Yan Yu, the furious Wen Ning intensified the frequency of the plague beast’s attacks against her, determined to eliminate her as quickly as possible.
Facing the increasingly relentless onslaught, Yan Yu—thanks to her mid-tier three-star transcendent physique—could still dodge the attacks with relative ease.
However, if things continued this way, neither of them would be able to deal with the Flesh Blossoms. And if the remaining buds fully bloomed, who knew what horrors would follow?
“Dao Yan, aren’t you done yet?”
Just as Yan Yu grew anxious, wondering if Yan Qi had finished her preparations, Wen Ning—who had been controlling the plague beast beneath him to assault Yan Yu—suddenly sensed a strange, vibrant energy spreading from above.
“What’s going on? Why is there such a life-filled aura inside this black barrier?”
Puzzled, Wen Ning couldn’t help but look up.
And there, in his line of sight, loomed a mass of eerie, emerald-green clouds.
“Where did these clouds come from?”
Before he could even begin to process the sight, the clouds began to rain down shimmering green droplets.
As the raindrops fell onto Wen Ning’s face, he initially paid them no mind—they didn’t feel threatening.
But the moment the transcendent energy within the droplets activated, his expression twisted in agony.
The energy clashed violently with the abyssal power he wielded, burning his skin as if doused in acid.
“Damn it! What the hell is this rain?!”
Forced to halt his assault on Yan Yu, Wen Ning tried to retreat from the cloud’s range, his plague beast also suffering under the strange downpour.
Meanwhile, Yan Yu—who had initially suspected the clouds to be some new trick from Wen Ning’s abyssal beast—had already dodged out of the affected area.
Watching Wen Ning and his monster flounder under the emerald rain, she frowned in confusion.
“Wait… those clouds aren’t his doing?”
Just as she struggled to make sense of the situation, Yan Qi—now transformed into a fox-eared loli and hiding in the rear—cheerfully waved her oversized gourd, continuing to summon more of the emerald clouds.
Seeing Wen Ning and his plague beast writhing in pain, their skin blistering as if splashed with acid, she couldn’t help but smirk.
“Just as I thought. These so-called ‘Plague God’ cultists wield powers tied to pestilence. And if it’s plague-related… then my fox loli transformation counters them perfectly. This makes things much easier.”
Knowing her current form lacked combat strength, Yan Qi quickly dashed toward Yan Yu, making sure to bring along her Dao Yan Empress transformation card as a backup.
“Big Sis Yu, I’m here to help!”
Seeing Yan Yu standing there, utterly baffled by the sudden turn of events, Yan Qi called out loudly to get her attention.
“Who are you? How do you know my name?”
Startled by the unfamiliar voice, Yan Yu turned and stared at the fox-eared girl in shock.
“Dao Yan and Zi Ge told me about you!”
“Dao Yan and Zi Ge? Are you also from the Free Life Association?”
“Yep, that’s right—she’s one of us.”
Stepping forward, the Dao Yan Empress (controlled by Yan Qi) confirmed with a smile.
Recognizing her, Yan Yu’s suspicions instantly faded. Remembering how Dao Yan had been struck by the plague beast’s debilitating beam earlier, she quickly asked with concern:
“Dao Yan, are you alright now?”
Touched by her worry, Yan Qi had her avatar reply:
“Don’t worry, Hu Yao’er healed me. I’m much better now—though I still need rest before I can fight again.”
Relieved, Yan Yu finally turned her full attention to the fox loli.
“Thank you for healing her. Who knows what would’ve happened otherwise.”
“No need for thanks! Dao Yan’s a friend, after all.”
Yan Qi grinned up at her sister, replying smoothly.
“By the way… I didn’t quite catch your name earlier when Dao Yan mentioned it. Could you tell me again?”
“My name? It’s Hu Yao’er. You can just call me Yao’er if you’d like.”