The Fearsome Zhao Yameng!

Lightning lit Wang Baole's eyes as he dashed out and raced towards the bloodstains and tattered clothes. He summoned the puppets around him and ordered them to search the area.

As Wang Baole conducted a frantic search, Zhao Yameng was in a valley fifty kilometers away from him. She had just spat out a mouthful of blood. Her face was ashen, and her hair loose. She clutched a compass tightly in her hands.

The compass gave off a brilliant light that formed a defensive barrier, sheltering Zhao Yameng within. The light was growing weaker. It looked as if it wasn't going to last much longer.

Blue fire burned outside the barrier, trapping her within. There were numerous faces in the fire that repeatedly slammed into the barrier while howling at Zhao Yameng.