Eternal life begins with saving my clan

Chapter 258: Meeting once again

Clad in sleek black armor that shimmered under the moonlight, the lady fought bravely amidst a swarm of bandits, her longsword cutting through the darkness with precision and determination.

Despite the odds stacked against her, not a trace of fear marred her composed expression.

"Surrender now or pay with your blood," the bandit leader's menacing voice echoed through the night, his hawk-like eyes raking over the lady's enchanting form with a lecherous gaze.

He licked his lips in anticipation, relishing the prospect of claiming victory over his formidable opponent.

"In your dreams," she retorted with disdain, her voice dripping with defiance. Her only desire was to carve out the eyes of the bandit leader, to wipe away the lecherous leer that tainted the air.

However, she knew that such an act would only invite more trouble.

The bandit leader, though despicable in his intentions, possessed formidable strength. As a Half-step Core Refining expert, he commanded a power that could not be underestimated. Explore stories on m,v l'-NovelBin.net

Furthermore, two of his subordinates stood at the Peak of the Foundation Building realm, adding to the formidable challenge that lay before her.

Despite the overwhelming odds, the lady maintained her valiant aura, her resolve unshaken.

With unwavering determination, she held her ground, ready to face death head-on rather than succumb to the tyranny of these despicable bandits.

As the bandit leader's command echoed through the night, a sinister grin stretched across his face.

"Take her," he ordered, his voice dripping with malice.

"Let's shatter her arrogance when she begs for mercy beneath me."

The bandits erupted into a cacophony of wicked laughter, their wild expressions reflecting the savagery within their hearts as they surged forward towards their prey.

The lady clicked her tongue in annoyance, her movements swift and decisive as she met the onslaught head-on.

Sidestepping the first wave of attacks with effortless grace, she swung her sword in a lethal arc, its deadly edge cleaving through the air with chilling precision.

A chorus of agonized screams filled the night as her blade claimed the lives of two unfortunate bandits, their heads severed from their bodies in a swift and merciless stroke.

But her triumph was short-lived as the remaining bandits regrouped, their determination fueled by the taste of blood and the thrill of battle.

Launching another assault, the bandits attacked with renewed ferocity, their movements coordinated and relentless.

This time, one of the Peak Foundation Building realm bandits stepped forward, his saber poised to strike.

"Desolate Strike," he muttered, invoking a powerful aura that surged forth from his blade with breathtaking speed.

With narrowed eyes, the lady braced herself for the impending onslaught, her expression solemn and focused.

In response, she unleashed her own formidable technique, the Thousand Army Sword Strike—a defensive maneuver honed through years of rigorous training in the military.

As the bandit's deadly strike hurtled towards her, she met it head-on with her defensive technique.

The desolate strike and the thousand army sword strike collided with a resounding bang, both parties were forced to stagger back, the shockwaves reverberating through the air.

Just as the lady began to retreat from the aftershock of the attack, a deadly power surged towards her from her right flank.

"Shit!" she cursed under her breath, her instincts kicking in as she swiftly raised her sword to defend against the sneak attack.

With lightning reflexes, she managed to intercept the strike, deflecting part of the force with her blade, but the remainder crashed into her armor with bone-crushing impact.

A sharp gasp of pain escaped her lips as she stumbled backward, feeling the force of the blow reverberate through her body.

Spiderweb cracks spread across her armor, evidence of the formidable power behind the bandit's attack.

Despite the searing pain coursing through her veins and the metallic tang of blood filling her mouth, she clenched her jaw and forced herself to swallow the rising tide of weakness.

This was not the time to falter. Beads of sweat gathered on her brow, and her breathing grew erratic as she fought to maintain her composure amidst the chaos of battle.

"Are you tired already?" the bandit leader taunted, his voice dripping with malicious amusement.

With a whoosh, he launched himself forward, his malevolent grin stretching from ear to ear.

He recognized her vulnerability and seized the opportunity to subdue her before she could take her own life.

As a Half-step Core Refining expert, his speed far surpassed that of a peak Foundation Building warrior, allowing him to close the distance in the blink of an eye.

With a deadly palm strike aimed directly at her, he sought to deliver the finishing blow and crush her resistance once and for all.

She barely had time to raise her defenses before the deadly palm strike crashed into her chest with bone-shattering force.

The sickening sound of her ribs breaking echoed through the stillness of the night as she was sent hurtling through the air, crashing mercilessly to the ground below.

A guttural cry of agony escaped her lips as she expelled a mouthful of blood, her pallid face drained of color as waves of pain washed over her.

Despite the agony coursing through her broken body, the defiance in her eyes burned brightly, a testament to her unyielding spirit.

Though they may have defeated her in battle, she refused to beg for mercy.

Death held no fear for her; she was prepared to meet her fate on her own terms.

With a swift motion, she unsheathed a hidden dagger from her thigh, her grip steady and resolute as she prepared to end her own life rather than suffer at the hands of these vile creatures.

"Where is your arrogance now?" one of the Peak Foundation Building warriors among the bandits sneered, his voice laced with malice.

"Stand up, bitch, and let's go for another round," another voice taunted from the ranks of the bandits, their cruel laughter filling the air.

But their mockery was cut short as the bandit leader raised his hand, commanding silence as he approached the fallen lady with predatory intent.

"That's enough," he declared, his voice dripping with sinister amusement as he addressed his men. "When I'm done with her, you will all have your share to enjoy."

The bandits erupted into raucous cheers of anticipation, their vile desires laid bare for all to see.

Wordlessly, the lady struggled to her feet, her gaze burning with unbridled rage as she surveyed the faces of her captors.

Hatred seethed within her, but she knew that now was not the time for recklessness.

With her escape routes blocked and her strength waning, her top priority was to survive this ordeal and find a way to break free from the clutches of these depraved bandits.

"Will you surrender now?" the bandit leader taunted, his gaze lecherous as he eyed the lady with predatory intent.

"Never. I would rather die than allow the likes of you to lay a finger on me," she retorted, her voice dripping with disdain and defiance.

"Haha. We will see about that," the bandit leader sneered, his expression twisted with madness.

With a whoosh, he lunged forward, leaving a trail of wind in his wake as he closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

Stretching out his hand towards her neck, his intentions were clear, fueled by his depraved desires.

But just as his hand was about to make contact, he froze in place, a look of shock dawning on his face as he realized he was unable to move.

Panic surged through him as he struggled against an unseen force, his mind reeling with confusion and fear.

"What the hell?!" he screamed inwardly, his eyes wide with disbelief as he attempted to break free from his inexplicable confinement.

But to his horror, he found that his spiritual energy was no longer under his control, leaving him powerless and vulnerable.

As beads of sweat formed on his brow and his heart raced with trepidation, the bandit leader's panic only intensified as he grappled with the realization that he was utterly immobilized.

Meanwhile, the lady, prepared to take her own life rather than succumb to her captors, was taken aback as she watched the bandit leader freeze before her eyes.

Confusion and bewilderment filled her gaze as she surveyed the scene unfolding before her.

"What's happening?!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with incredulity.

It was then that a voice sounded from behind her, startling her with its unexpected presence.

"What are you doing in this area?" the voice demanded, its tone authoritative and commanding.