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Niannian stopped halfway back to the Fang family home.

She stood at the top of a gentle slope, facing an open area of ​​gravel, with low earthen slopes on both sides covered with sparse short grass.

The moment she stopped, a layer of dust, stirred up by the wind, appeared on the ground in front of her, slowly moving in an arc.

It was as if its path was blocked by some invisible barrier; it hovered at the edge for a moment before falling back to the ground.

"Take a detour." Without pausing, Niannian turned and walked directly towards the earthen slope.

But there were also people on the other side of the slope. Several figures stood up from behind the low grass at the top of the slope, their positions scattered.

It forms a shallow arc across the ridgeline, not very long, but it has already cut off most of the route that Niannian and the others took to turn around.

Niannian took another half step in another direction, and figures appeared in the distance.

She stopped turning and just stood on the hilltop, watching the people emerging from the cracks in the rocks, the puddles, and the bushes around her.

There were more than the previous batch; a quick scan revealed about thirty or forty of them, pressing in from three directions, and the bags were tightening.

Niannian took half a step back, moving closer to Xiaoxiao:

"They were called here by the same group from earlier."

Xiao Xiao didn't answer, but she had already stomped her feet firmly into the ground. Green light seeped into the soil from under her feet and slowly spread below the surface.

Qiqi stood on the other side of Niannian, her hands already on the ground.

Qianqian stood still, and a faint mist formed around her with silvery-white light, like a layer of water ripples slowly spreading.

The monks neither shouted nor gave a signal to stop.

The people at the very front had already pushed themselves to within ten feet of Nian Nian, their steps unwavering, spiritual light gathering in their hands, and their spells taking shape.

Some people conjure blade-shaped streams of energy in their palms, while others have long, thin strands of light wrapped around their fingertips.

Someone stepped out of a magic circle that was expanding, as if they were stepping on some kind of mechanism.

The three cultivators at the forefront of the formation attacked simultaneously, sending three streams of spiritual energy toward Nian Nian's location.

Niannian dodged to the side, the golden light brushing past the air and landing on the ground behind her, splashing up a shower of pebbles that crackled as they hit the grass.

Without waiting for the opponent's second attack, she rushed into the middle of the three and slashed the wrist of the first attacker with a hand chop.

The man flipped his hand and took a step back, but Nian Nian had already slipped through the gap next to him and cut into the space between the cultivators in the back row.

Then he lowered his body and swept his leg, knocking down two people who were casting spells.

At the same time, enemies were being engaged from other directions. Xiao Jin was in the front row, and he took over quickly, almost as soon as the enemy drew their sword, he raised his hand and pressed down on the back of the sword.

He pushed outwards to dissipate the force, then stepped aside to avoid another person's slash, and casually pushed him in the elbow, causing the short blade in that person's hand to fly out and stick diagonally into the ground.

Luo Nannan did not attack. She walked through the crowd, her pace much faster than those on the other side.

Every palm strike hit its mark, either shifting the opponent's position or deflecting the incoming spells.

Xiao Xiao stood on a low slope not far behind Niannian, and the green light continued to spread from her feet to the surroundings.

It covered the locations of Niannian, Xiaojin, Luo Nannan, Qiqi, and Qianqian, like a continuously flowing thin line.

It seeped into the ground, into the grass roots, and into the cracks in the rocks at the feet of those cultivators, slowing their movements by half a beat.

Niannian pushed herself to the center of the crowd and threw a punch, her fist slamming into the wrist guard of the cultivator opposite her.

The wristband shattered, and the man stumbled back four or five steps before regaining his footing.

He looked down at his broken wristband, as if he couldn't understand how a child who looked only a few years old could have smashed his magical artifact.

But just now, he had already heard the sound of his wristband shattering. Before he could figure out why, the second blow came.

He was pulled back a few steps, bumping into the person behind him who was about to cast a spell. The opening in front opened a little more, and Nian Nian was passing through the gap.

During the most intense part of the attack, something grazed Nian Nian's shoulder.

The fabric had a tear, but her skin wasn't broken. She glanced at it sideways and continued pushing forward.

Xiao Xiao raised her hand from behind her side, and the green light fell on Niannian's shoulder, but it had no effect, because the scratch was just a tear in the fabric. Her fingertips paused for a moment, then withdrew.

When the last group of people left, there were more than a dozen people lying on the ground.

Most of them were still awake, but they couldn't move much. None of their wounds were fatal; they were just injuries caused by broken joints or by spiritual energy disrupting their meridians.

The rest all ran away, retreating quickly in the direction they came from, leaving no wounded behind.

The person leading the team ran the fastest, without even turning his head, as if afraid that he would be locked on again if he turned around.

Niannian stood on the broken stone ground, which had been trampled by people, and looked down at the back of her hand.

There is a faint scratch on it, the edges of which are almost healed, leaving only a very faint mark.

She glanced around at the people who were slowly getting up, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the Fang family's residence.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, as if he had only walked along a slightly uneven path.

Behind her, on the gravel ground, lay several broken pieces of weapon, two fragments of broken armor, and a pool of blood slowly seeping into the sand.

The wind blew down from the top of the slope, smoothing out the dust above the marks and gradually filling the ground back with its original color.

It was as if another layer of soil was coming down from above, gradually smoothing out the broken stones and cracks.

The distant hilltops were slowly moving against the gray sky, looking like someone standing on them, or like the shadows of grass swaying in the wind.

Niannian glanced in that direction again, but didn't slow down. She continued walking forward without stopping to confirm whether there was really someone standing at the top of those low slopes in the distance.