Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ji Fengyan increased the speed of her heavy sword. The white tassels on the sword handle trailed in the wind like the tail of a cloud.
Chang Pu was now in Ji Fengyan’s hands. He had wanted to find an opportunity to escape, but he had been brought up hundreds of meters into the sky. Chang Pu’s face was utterly grim.
What was happening?
What skill was Ji Fengyan using that enabled her to fly in the air?
“What exactly are you planning to do? Your people have already left Ping City. If you kill me, don’t even dream of leaving this area alive.” Chang Pu had lost his earlier calm.
Ji Fengyan looked down at Chang Pu’s dark expression and laughed. “You really do hold some status. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. If you die, what will I used to attract the attention of those demons? Until my men return to the camp, I am afraid you will have to bear with me.”
Chang Pu nearly ground his teeth to dust. He had never met a human like that—maliciously cold while impudently cheeky at others. She had not the slightest bit of military bearing.
“You are really too kind. Using your own life to guarantee their successful escape. Aren’t you afraid you won’t be able to leave yourself?” Chang Pu asked coldly.
Ji Fengyan raised her brows nonchalantly. “As long as I have you, would I be in danger?”
Chang Pu’s face darkened. As long as he was in Ji Fengyan’s grasp, the other demons wouldn’t dare to make any false moves. Ji Fengyan knew this.
The speed of Ji Fengyan’s sword kinesis flight was quick. They had left Ping City’s territory in the blink of an eye, whereby she finally stopped at the Rock Forest. After going through such an intense battle, Ji Fengyan had already spent quite a bit of her energies. Controlling the sword beneath her feet and dragging Chang Pu along while making sure he behaved was taking its tow on her. She had no choice but to pause for a rest.
The moment they landed, Ji Fengyan retrieved a golden rope from her Space Soul Jade and bound up Chang Pu tightly.
After being tied up, Chang Pu felt a strong force suppressing the power in his body. His legs felt weak and he couldn’t struggle even if he wanted to.
“What is this?” Chang Pu looked in astonishment at Ji Fengyan.
Ji Fengyan replied as she kept her heavy sword, “Demon Binding Rope. I advise you to behave yourself. This rope may look weak, but it was created specially to tie up demons. Even a super high-level demon cannot break free of the rope.”
Chang Pu narrowed his eyes doubtfully. He tried using his demon energy to struggle. But the moment he utilized even a bit of that energy, an intense pain radiated from the parts of his flesh in contact with the rope. It felt as if lightning had struck his body—the acute agony caused Chang Pu’s legs to go soft and he collapsed on the ground in cold sweat.
Ji Fengyan grinned at the fallen Chang Pu and casually squatted down to look at his stunned face.
“I forgot to tell you that this thing is extremely sensitive to demon aura. Feel free to struggle if you are not afraid to die. The more demon energy you use, the tighter the ropes will become.” With that, Ji Fengyan patted Chang Pu on the head.
This rope was a treasure passed onto her by her masters. In those days, her Master and Grandmaster had used this Demon Binding Rope to terrorize countless demons. Ji Fengyan had not been sure if it was effective against the demons of this world, but… demons everywhere were the same!