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Chapter 148 This is boring, I'm not playing with you anymore.
Among the crowd, the beastmen lowered their bodies, their sharp claws and fangs gleaming coldly.

The lead orc took a half step forward, staring warily at Fuying, and bared his teeth, saying, "We don't want to hurt you. Come back with us, lure that fallen orc into the trap, and we'll trade his life for yours!"

Fu Ying's lips curled into a mocking smile as she casually rubbed her long whip between her fingers: "Why bother with all that trouble? Just kill me, and your beloved fallen orcs will die along with me."

"You!" The orc leader's face darkened, his claws tightening and loosening at his sides, letting out a series of anxious growls, but he hesitated to give the order to attack.

The beastmen from several tribes behind them were equally restless. The woman in front of them was female, and a witch favored by the Beast God. If they really acted recklessly, they might incur the wrath of the Beast God!
However, the existence of the Fallen Orcs remains a huge obstacle for the orcs of the Northern Mountain tribe!
His eyes flashed, a cold light suddenly appearing. With a wave of his hand, the surrounding beastmen unsheathed their claws and laid out their bone blades, closing in on Fuying in a pincer movement. It seemed as if even the air itself froze in the chilling atmosphere.

With a flick of his wrist, Fu Ying unleashed a long whip that shot out like a serpent, its sharp shadow accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, forcing the beastmen who had surrounded him to retreat several steps!

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her graceful figure moving swiftly, her red veil fluttering as she distanced herself from the crowd.

A breeze swept by, her black hair fluttering, partially obscuring her eyes, but a cold and composed gaze shone through, as if this ambush was nothing more than a trivial game, not something to be taken seriously.

With a flick of his whip, the wind howled, and a vast and surging aura swept out from Fuying, bringing with it a wave of frost-like air that collided violently with the group of orcs who rushed forward!

In an instant, the densely packed orcs were sent flying backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground.

The air in the entire area seemed to have been completely sucked out by this whip, leaving only a suffocating sense of oppression.

Fuying stood in the eye of the storm, her red veil fluttering, her eyes gleaming with a cold light.

With a flick of her finger, the whip swirled around her. The rage in her chest had nowhere to go, and these people had delivered themselves to her doorstep. Even if she didn't kill them all, she would teach them a lesson they would never forget!

In an instant, a violent gale exploded!

The ground was cracked, and loose stones floated in the air.

A vacuum zone formed around her slender figure, and the orcs at the front were crushed to pieces by the invisible gale! For a moment, no one could get within three meters of her.

"Is this all you've got? You think you can trap me?" Fu Ying sneered, and the group of orcs were all sent flying, dust billowing and the stench of blood thick.

The orcs were in excruciating pain, and a low growl of fear escaped their throats as they staggered backward. Some of the orcs, now in their beast form, scratched at the ground with their claws, not daring to take another step closer.

Fu Ying raised her hand to wipe the bloodstains from her cheek. The crimson blood left an eerie mark on her pale skin. She lifted her eyelids and smiled slowly: "This is really boring. I don't have time to play with you guys."

She put away her whip, her back to the mess on the ground, and her cold voice came through her back.

"I'll say it one last time: although my beast husband is a fallen beastman, he has never harmed you. If you continue to pester me, I will truly begin to kill you all."

As she finished speaking, a shockwave suddenly erupted beneath her feet, silently snapping the surrounding giant trees in half, leaving smooth, mirror-like cuts. If this had been applied to an orc…

The orcs stared at the massive trees crashing down, their bodies trembling, some broken mane flying everywhere.

Under everyone's gaze, Fu Ying lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped out, transforming into a crimson streak across the sky. Her figure swiftly leaped over the layered mountains and disappeared in a few breaths.

The orcs from several tribes stood frozen in place, none of them daring to go forward and give chase.

They ultimately missed their chance.

At the tribal trade fair, Fuying was stabbed in the heart by her beastman husband and was on the verge of death. It was the perfect opportunity to capture her, but she was a witch, and her methods were unpredictable. Despite being severely wounded and near death, she still managed to escape right under their noses, leaving no trace. Now, when they see her again, her injuries have fully healed, and they are no longer a match for her.

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Jingxiang stood on the beach, the waves crashing over her ankles time and time again.

She unconsciously bit her lower lip, her gaze fixed on the distance. Fine scales on her ankles gleamed coldly, as if urging her to go home, but she seemed oblivious, her eyes fixed on the distance.

Unfortunately, there was nothing there except the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Xingyao held Jingxiang's wrist, touching the still-cold scales on her skin, and felt a pang of pain in his heart. His voice was low and gentle, almost drowned out by the sound of the waves: "Let's go back."

The sea breeze ruffled her long, whale-pink hair, brushing against her taut profile.

The sound of the tide sobbing was just like the uneasy heartbeat in her chest.

"The appearance of corrupted orcs in the North Mountain needs to be reported to the chief as soon as possible." Xingyao's fingers tightened slightly as he lowered his voice and said, "Conflicts on land should not be our business."

Jingxiang watched as her people transformed into streamlined shadows and silently disappeared into the deep sea. Somewhat listlessly, she lowered her head and finally nodded silently.

She thought she would never forget this tribal trade fair. Although it was simple and rushed, she met a woman named Fuying, a woman who was completely different from the rumors.

He was also the only friend she considered to be in her heart.

Thinking of this, Jingxiang gripped the pink conch shell in her hand tightly.

Fuying said that she could hear just as well.

Xingyao didn't say anything, but simply raised his hand to touch her long, pink hair, and then took her hand and walked into the sparkling sea.

As the evening tide arrives, the seawater surges and rises dramatically.

The once bare reefs have been swallowed by metal. The setting sun sinks below the horizon, darkness descends, and the waves roll with a low roar. The entire sea area exudes immense oppression in the twilight.

In the vast world of orcs, the number of sea orcs far exceeds that of land orcs.

In the distant depths of the ocean, the infamous Triangle Sea, like the claws of a giant beast, has torn the entire continent into several pieces. It is the sacred land where the sea beastmen have lived and multiplied for generations.

However, they had only heard about it and had never actually set foot in the Triangle Sea.

Even the sea beastmen of the North Mountain Sea must cross the terrifying underwater whirlpool to reach the Triangle Sea.

The area is turbulent with undercurrents and whirlpools; a moment's carelessness could lead to being swept into the abyss and never to be found again.

Following the faint connection of a thousand miles, Fuying reached the coast, only to find that dusk had already fallen.

A damp, salty sea breeze, carrying a humid smell, swept over me, while distant waves rolled in.

Fuying looked up and saw two familiar figures on the beach. Whale Fragrance's long pink hair was being lifted by the sea breeze, and Xingyao's dark blue scales were faintly visible on her legs. The two were walking hand in hand into the deep sea.

(End of this chapter)