Qiao Ying was trapped in quicksand, the sand reached her knees in an instant.
Qiao Ying steadied her breath and shouted into the pitch black night with all her might: “......Qin Hanyue! Quicksand.”
“Wife, grab on.”
Then she heard the sound of mechanical movements, and a long mechanical arm reached out. Qiao Ying grabbed it firmly.
The quicksand sucked her legs tightly. The battle-hardened Qiao Ying remained calm and collected.
Enduring excruciating pain throughout her body, she slowly leaned forward, lying flat on the sand. With the help of the mechanical arm and dagger, she began crawling out bit by bit.
The quicksand was like an octopus at the bottom of the sea, using its tentacles to wrap its prey tightly, waiting until the prey exhausted its last ounce of strength before swallowing it whole.
And now Qiao Ying was the prey trapped in a cage. A moment of carelessness, or complete exhaustion of strength, would mean certain death here.
In the desert, sandstorms and quicksands were the most terrifying, both far beyond normal human capability to resist.
Qiao Ying, already severely drained of stamina, felt her limbs growing heavier and heavier.
The remaining assassins rushed down the sand dunes one after another.
The robots in the safe zone desperately dragged Qiao Ying out of the quicksand pit bit by bit. Seeing her movements getting smaller and smaller, the robots became extremely anxious.
The aerial drone fired a laser beam, briefly halting the assassins' advance. But in the next moment, the assassins ruthlessly shot it down.
Up above, Fidel drew some firepower with a submachine gun, buying Qiao Ying a bit of time.
Qiao Ying managed to crawl to the edge of the quicksand pit through her formidable willpower, already pushed to her physical limits.
A flash of cold light slashed down, slicing straight for Qiao Ying. Qiao Ying reversed her grip on the dagger to block it, seizing the opportunity to grab her attacker's collar as she broke free of the quicksand pit. With a clever, agile maneuver, she dodged the attack while mercilessly pulling the attacker into the quicksand pit as she collapsed to the ground.
Before she could catch her breath, another blade slashed down at her head.
The clash of blades rang out as the dagger blocked the long sword again. Qiao Ying kicked the attacker in the stomach, using the momentum to slide back several meters. She crumpled to the sandy ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
Several shadows approached like the Grim Reaper of the night.
Qiao Ying moved her hand gripping the dagger. The intense hatred in her heart once again propped her up.
She knelt on one leg on the ground.
The shadows swiftly closed in.
Gunfire suddenly rang out, sand and rocks flying wildly.
Several off-road vehicles charged out of the darkness of night. The people inside fired machine guns at the shadows, forcing the shadows to retreat into the sand and vanish when they realized they were outmatched.
But the danger had not yet passed.
Qiao Ying's vision darkened. Looking at the man getting out of the car, it was him again - Teng Yan.
Earlier at Cheng Jinyan's home in Southeast Asia, Teng Yan had mysteriously warned her: "Be careful who you befriend."
He was referring to the fake Xiao He.
This guy had been monitoring her all along.
With a chance to catch her breath, Qiao Ying collapsed back to the ground.
Teng Yan came over and carried the battered Qiao Ying into the car, instructing his men: "Take her away first."
As he spoke, one of the shadows emerged from the sand.
In a flash it killed two of Teng Yan's men, then quickly burrowed back into the sand, disappearing from sight. Before anyone could react, two more of Teng Yan's men died. The desert was like an ocean for these people, and they were the fish, coming and going as they pleased.
Teng Yan quickly shut the car door.
Grabbing a submachine gun from his subordinate, he fired at the shadow. The others also aimed their guns at the ground, wildly shooting.
The off-road vehicle fled with the severely wounded Qiao Ying.
They didn't get far before suspicious vehicles appeared behind them.
The driver looked at the sudden appearance of so many cars, clearly not belonging to their boss Teng Yan.
These were the pursuers from the castle earlier.
The driver slammed the gas pedal as the chasing vehicles fanned out, surrounding them from all directions to entangle and annihilate them.
After a frantic chase for life and death, the distance kept shrinking.
The driver's momentary lapse of attention allowed a vehicle to charge at them from the left. The driver violently turned the steering wheel but still couldn't avoid it.
A huge collision sounded as the off-road vehicle rolled over several times, stirring up a cloud of dust before falling silent.
The convoy surrounded them and inspected the overturned vehicle, only to find the severely wounded driver.
Qiao Ying had mysteriously vanished.
Soon, someone noticed a trail of blood on the ground. Following it, they spotted a shadow retreating into the distance, obscured by the night.
"She's over there!"
"Chase her!"
The assassins returned to their vehicles, driving to intercept her.
The roar of engines swiftly approached as over a dozen desert vehicles hunted her down like starving wolves, swarming to surround her from all directions.
Her feet were too heavy to lift. Qiao Ying heavily fell to the ground again.
A deafening buzz filled her ears. She could barely hear anything as she watched the oncoming vehicles. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't grip the dagger firmly in her hand.
Her eyes were full of unwillingness.
In a daze, she seemed to glimpse something flashing by overhead.
The next moment, a shell fell from the sky, accurately blasting the lead vehicle into smithereens.
Qiao Ying felt a blast of scorching heat rush at her, nearly caught in the shockwave. She was too weak to move her body.
Over a dozen helicopters appeared in the night sky.
Shells rained down one after another as the vehicles below panicked and fled every which way. In an instant, most of the cars were reduced to scraps.
Too exposed, the assassins abandoned their vehicles.
The helicopter rotors whipped the sand into a sandstorm. One helicopter landed not far from her as a tall figure charged out of the swirling yellow sand towards her.
Qiao Ying lay there covered in blood, unconscious.
Seeing her, Qin Hanyue's breath stopped. His limbs turned stiff and icy cold as he carefully gathered the girl into his arms.
"...Little Ying." He didn't even dare to touch her.
Breathing shallowly, Qiao Ying was in critical condition. She calmly told him: "...Internal injuries, bleeding, need surgery."
Qin Hanyue was scared white: "I'll take you to the hospital right away." He picked her up and strode rapidly towards the helicopter.
Cheng Jinyan came down from another helicopter and boarded theirs. Seeing Qiao Ying drenched in blood, his face paled in fright.
Cheng Jinyan: "How could she be so gravely injured?"
Qin Hanyue urged the pilot.
Qiao Ying grabbed his hand then, meeting Qiao Ying's gaze, Qin Hanyue immediately understood her intent and called for the pilot to stop.
Qiao Ying struggled to take a breath and gave Cheng Jinyan a set of coordinates: "Find the castle, blow it up no matter what."
Her eyes were full of killing intent and hatred.
Cheng Jinyan had never seen her like this before. She had always been calm and collected. Even when tortured so badly by An Ying, when she was reborn and faced An Ying again, she had never been so violent.
He knew something must have happened here.
He immediately agreed: "I'll go right away."
Qiao Ying said: "...Don't go down and fight them."
She only wanted Cheng Jinyan to destroy that clone production base.
Cheng Jinyan's expression was grave: "Alright - I'm leaving little Ying to you." He told Qin Hanyue and headed down from the helicopter with some of his men to find that castle.
The helicopters split into two groups.
Qiao Ying was trapped in quicksand, the sand reached her knees in an instant.
Qiao Ying steadied her breath and shouted into the pitch black night with all her might: “......Qin Hanyue! Quicksand.”
“Wife, grab on.”
Then she heard the sound of mechanical movements, and a long mechanical arm reached out. Qiao Ying grabbed it firmly.
The quicksand sucked her legs tightly. The battle-hardened Qiao Ying remained calm and collected.
Enduring excruciating pain throughout her body, she slowly leaned forward, lying flat on the sand. With the help of the mechanical arm and dagger, she began crawling out bit by bit.
The quicksand was like an octopus at the bottom of the sea, using its tentacles to wrap its prey tightly, waiting until the prey exhausted its last ounce of strength before swallowing it whole.
And now Qiao Ying was the prey trapped in a cage. A moment of carelessness, or complete exhaustion of strength, would mean certain death here.
In the desert, sandstorms and quicksands were the most terrifying, both far beyond normal human capability to resist.
Qiao Ying, already severely drained of stamina, felt her limbs growing heavier and heavier.
The remaining assassins rushed down the sand dunes one after another.
The robots in the safe zone desperately dragged Qiao Ying out of the quicksand pit bit by bit. Seeing her movements getting smaller and smaller, the robots became extremely anxious.
The aerial drone fired a laser beam, briefly halting the assassins' advance. But in the next moment, the assassins ruthlessly shot it down.
Up above, Fidel drew some firepower with a submachine gun, buying Qiao Ying a bit of time.
Qiao Ying managed to crawl to the edge of the quicksand pit through her formidable willpower, already pushed to her physical limits.
A flash of cold light slashed down, slicing straight for Qiao Ying. Qiao Ying reversed her grip on the dagger to block it, seizing the opportunity to grab her attacker's collar as she broke free of the quicksand pit. With a clever, agile maneuver, she dodged the attack while mercilessly pulling the attacker into the quicksand pit as she collapsed to the ground.
Before she could catch her breath, another blade slashed down at her head.
The clash of blades rang out as the dagger blocked the long sword again. Qiao Ying kicked the attacker in the stomach, using the momentum to slide back several meters. She crumpled to the sandy ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
Several shadows approached like the Grim Reaper of the night.
Qiao Ying moved her hand gripping the dagger. The intense hatred in her heart once again propped her up.
She knelt on one leg on the ground.
The shadows swiftly closed in.
Gunfire suddenly rang out, sand and rocks flying wildly.
Several off-road vehicles charged out of the darkness of night. The people inside fired machine guns at the shadows, forcing the shadows to retreat into the sand and vanish when they realized they were outmatched.
But the danger had not yet passed.
Qiao Ying's vision darkened. Looking at the man getting out of the car, it was him again - Teng Yan.
Earlier at Cheng Jinyan's home in Southeast Asia, Teng Yan had mysteriously warned her: "Be careful who you befriend."
He was referring to the fake Xiao He.
This guy had been monitoring her all along.
With a chance to catch her breath, Qiao Ying collapsed back to the ground.
Teng Yan came over and carried the battered Qiao Ying into the car, instructing his men: "Take her away first."
As he spoke, one of the shadows emerged from the sand.
In a flash it killed two of Teng Yan's men, then quickly burrowed back into the sand, disappearing from sight. Before anyone could react, two more of Teng Yan's men died. The desert was like an ocean for these people, and they were the fish, coming and going as they pleased.
Teng Yan quickly shut the car door.
Grabbing a submachine gun from his subordinate, he fired at the shadow. The others also aimed their guns at the ground, wildly shooting.
The off-road vehicle fled with the severely wounded Qiao Ying.
They didn't get far before suspicious vehicles appeared behind them.
The driver looked at the sudden appearance of so many cars, clearly not belonging to their boss Teng Yan.
These were the pursuers from the castle earlier.
The driver slammed the gas pedal as the chasing vehicles fanned out, surrounding them from all directions to entangle and annihilate them.
After a frantic chase for life and death, the distance kept shrinking.
The driver's momentary lapse of attention allowed a vehicle to charge at them from the left. The driver violently turned the steering wheel but still couldn't avoid it.
A huge collision sounded as the off-road vehicle rolled over several times, stirring up a cloud of dust before falling silent.
The convoy surrounded them and inspected the overturned vehicle, only to find the severely wounded driver.
Qiao Ying had mysteriously vanished.
Soon, someone noticed a trail of blood on the ground. Following it, they spotted a shadow retreating into the distance, obscured by the night.
"She's over there!"
"Chase her!"
The assassins returned to their vehicles, driving to intercept her.
The roar of engines swiftly approached as over a dozen desert vehicles hunted her down like starving wolves, swarming to surround her from all directions.
Her feet were too heavy to lift. Qiao Ying heavily fell to the ground again.
A deafening buzz filled her ears. She could barely hear anything as she watched the oncoming vehicles. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't grip the dagger firmly in her hand.
Her eyes were full of unwillingness.
In a daze, she seemed to glimpse something flashing by overhead.
The next moment, a shell fell from the sky, accurately blasting the lead vehicle into smithereens.
Qiao Ying felt a blast of scorching heat rush at her, nearly caught in the shockwave. She was too weak to move her body.
Over a dozen helicopters appeared in the night sky.
Shells rained down one after another as the vehicles below panicked and fled every which way. In an instant, most of the cars were reduced to scraps.
Too exposed, the assassins abandoned their vehicles.
The helicopter rotors whipped the sand into a sandstorm. One helicopter landed not far from her as a tall figure charged out of the swirling yellow sand towards her.
Qiao Ying lay there covered in blood, unconscious.
Seeing her, Qin Hanyue's breath stopped. His limbs turned stiff and icy cold as he carefully gathered the girl into his arms.
"...Little Ying." He didn't even dare to touch her.
Breathing shallowly, Qiao Ying was in critical condition. She calmly told him: "...Internal injuries, bleeding, need surgery."
Qin Hanyue was scared white: "I'll take you to the hospital right away." He picked her up and strode rapidly towards the helicopter.
Cheng Jinyan came down from another helicopter and boarded theirs. Seeing Qiao Ying drenched in blood, his face paled in fright.
Cheng Jinyan: "How could she be so gravely injured?"
Qin Hanyue urged the pilot.
Qiao Ying grabbed his hand then, meeting Qiao Ying's gaze, Qin Hanyue immediately understood her intent and called for the pilot to stop.
Qiao Ying struggled to take a breath and gave Cheng Jinyan a set of coordinates: "Find the castle, blow it up no matter what."
Her eyes were full of killing intent and hatred.
Cheng Jinyan had never seen her like this before. She had always been calm and collected. Even when tortured so badly by An Ying, when she was reborn and faced An Ying again, she had never been so violent.
He knew something must have happened here.
He immediately agreed: "I'll go right away."
Qiao Ying said: "...Don't go down and fight them."
She only wanted Cheng Jinyan to destroy that clone production base.
Cheng Jinyan's expression was grave: "Alright - I'm leaving little Ying to you." He told Qin Hanyue and headed down from the helicopter with some of his men to find that castle.
The helicopters split into two groups.
