Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1360 627: Within My Earth, I Am the Master

Hong Ying sensed people approaching nearby, Zhao Xiaowan undid the cloak behind her and covered the Dark Bridge Cannon, making the entire cannon blend seamlessly with the snow, invisible to ordinary eyes.

This cloak is considered a spiritual object, not exactly a magical treasure, crafted by my wife and Red Lotus using residual spirit attributes from Rong Si Jiao.

The cloak retains the attributes of a Color Cultivator, allowing it to camouflage like a chameleon, with colors interwoven, different shades at various places, with angles appearing like lifelike snowflakes.

Having hidden the Dark Bridge Cannon, it's time to deal with the enemies next.

Hong Ying has excellent perception, knowing that people are approaching from the valley's entrance, ready to capture the enemies.

Zhao Xiaowan stopped Hong Ying, saying: "Don't underestimate the enemy, I'll go with you."

Arriving at the valley entrance, Hong Ying judged by the footsteps that there were more than thirty people outside the valley.

This was nothing to Hong Ying, she was about to go out and clean up this group, but Zhao Xiaowan gestured repeatedly for her to stay at the valley entrance and not move.

Indeed, there were more than thirty people outside the valley, a total of thirty-eight Three-Headed People.

These Three-Headed People lingered around the valley entrance for a long time, never entering the valley.

This is the standard tactic of the Three-Headed People, they speculate there are people in the valley, and suspect the place may have an ambush set up. In such a case, they will never enter the valley, as per tactical protocol—it's unchangeable, unwavering.

A sergeant among the Three-Headed People used the left head to shout into the valley: "People in the valley, come out immediately and return with us to the Defense Agency for interrogation!"

Every word is meticulously trained; the purpose of this speech isn't communication but to distract the enemy's attention, hoping to provoke a level of anger that might trigger the enemy into making a mistake.

Upon hearing this, Hong Ying's anger flared; she had no concept of the Defense Agency, and the word "interrogation" scrapes at her nerves.

Zhao Xiaowan held Hong Ying's arm firmly, never allowing her to act. The angrier Hong Ying became, the tighter Zhao Xiaowan gripped her.

Those outside shouted for over ten minutes without a response, then a low, droning chant emanated from outside the valley.

"The Defense Agency has laws, the Defense Agency has rules, the Defense Agency is the pillar of Puluo State, heed the orders of the Defense Agency, become a person of no sin..."

Hong Ying couldn't grasp what these people were chanting, only feeling it was disorienting; what's this Defense Agency, and how can they arbitrarily decide guilt or innocence?

She wanted to rush out immediately and battle them to the death, yet felt winning or losing made little difference.

If she lost, she'd escape with Xiaowan; if escape was impossible, she'd die alongside Xiaowan, this lifetime's bond ending without regrets.

In the same moment, anger, hatred, despair, helplessness, and release—all these emotions flooded Hong Ying's mind.

Luckily, this was within the valley; fortunately, Hong Ying stayed beside Zhao Xiaowan; otherwise, in battle outside, who knows what Hong Ying might do—perhaps in a moment of despair, she might end herself.

Zhao Xiaowan remained largely unaffected; she had ways to counter the technique being used.

Through the continuous chanting from the others, Zhao Xiaowan identified three techniques.

First was the Virtue Cultivation Technique, the Ethical Act, deliberately suppressing their morale.

Second was the Mental Cultivation Technique, Random Thoughts, interfering with their focus.

Third was the Sound Cultivation Technique, Hundred Sounds Hundred Devouring, actually causing them harm.

The combination of these three techniques, executed flawlessly without a hitch—truthfully, Zhao Xiaowan had never encountered this situation.

But unfamiliarity does not equal incapacity to respond.

"Girl, many years off the battlefield, yet the combat technique's become rusty." Xiaowan touched the palm of Hong Ying's hand.

Hong Ying looked at Zhao Xiaowan, noticing Zhao Xiaowan's lips curling, her throat slightly trembling.

Zhao Xiaowan was emitting a sound, but ordinary people couldn't hear it, not even Hong Ying—it surpassed her hearing range.

Moreover, the sound had directionality; Hong Ying was unaffected, and the thirty-eight Three-Headed People lingering outside the valley remained untouched.

Yet, the hundred plus Three-Headed People ambushed outside the valley, on the mid-slope, were severely affected; their chanting faltered, techniques clashing amongst themselves, many suffered bleeding ears, pus-filled eyes, migraines.

From the moment they emitted a sound, Zhao Xiaowan had pinpointed their positions.

Zhao Xiaowan successfully disrupted these ambushers and their interference on the battlefield; now Hong Ying could exit the valley.

On the mid-slope, the Three-Headed person's captain continued urging his troops: "Hold your ground, use the techniques more uniformly, with our No Sin Army's will and spirit, crush the enemy's counterattack."

Before he finished speaking, Hong Ying flashed into the heart of their formation.

She didn't exit through the valley entrance but emerged directly from the rock; she traversed through part of the mountain, showcasing Unimpeded's pinnacle usage.

The two hundred plus Three-Headed People immediately tried to organize a formation to counter-attack; they didn't stand a chance.

Hong Ying's technique, 'Trample Over Thousands of Rivers,' caused the slope occupied by the Three-Headed People to slide off the mountain, burying the two hundred plus in mud and sand.

Having not unleashed such a powerful technique for a long time, Hong Ying overexerted herself, feeling a bit dizzy.

But it was Xiaowan's command—to strike with full force, end the battle swiftly, and avoid a stalemate with the enemy at all costs.

Down the mountain, there were still thirty-eight Three-Headed People. Seeing the landslide, the sergeant was utterly stunned—battle or rescue? He couldn't react instantly.