Villain: The hostess collapsed after killing the woman to preach

At this time, Chu Miaohan took a deep breath and took out several special compasses from the storage ring.

These compasses may look ordinary, but they are engraved with complex runes. The runes glow with a faint light and seem to contain some mysterious power.

Chu Miaohan distributed the compasses to everyone and said, “We can’t give up, there are always things in this world that are closely related to Ning Jie.

We split up and went to places Ning Jie had been to, using this compass to look for things that were more closely related to him.

This is our last hope, everyone must be careful.”

The women took the compasses, nodded firmly, and set off without any hesitation.

At the same time, in the world one hundred thousand years ago.

The witch clan’s army is as powerful as a rainbow and as mighty as a black torrent.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if it was trembling at the impending killing.

Along the way, they crushed everything they passed through, and neither mountains nor rivers could stop their progress.

The sound of huge footsteps was deafening like thunder. The earth trembled slightly under the trampling of the army, as if groaning in pain.

Finally, the army arrived at the gates of the Human Emperor City. The scene was like a dark cloud covering the city, which was terrifying.

The tall walls of the Human Emperor City seemed so small in front of the Witch Clan’s army. The soldiers on the walls were pale, but they still held their weapons tightly, ready for battle.

Although there is fear in their eyes, they are more protective of their homes and loved ones.

The witch army under the city was filled with a murderous atmosphere. The warriors were dressed in black armor, holding various weapons, with bloodthirsty gleams in their eyes, like a group of hungry beasts, waiting for the best time to pounce on their prey.

The two sides were facing each other, a war was about to break out, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of tension that was almost frozen.

At this time, people in the main hall of the Human Emperor City were in panic.

Ministers and generals gathered together, and everyone's face was filled with worry.

The hall was brightly lit, but the bright lights could not dispel the gloom in everyone's hearts.

Three urgent reports of the witch tribe besieging the city came, like three sharp blades, piercing everyone's heart.

An old minister walked forward tremblingly. He had white hair and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as ravines.

His voice trembled with endless worry:

"Now that the Human Emperor has failed to ascend and suffered heavy damage, his life or death is uncertain, what should we do? The witch tribe's army is coming fiercely, how can we repel the enemy? Our Human Emperor City has not experienced such a big battle for many years. Although the city has prepared troops and supplies, it is really difficult to contend with such a powerful enemy as the witch tribe!"

The general had a frown on his face. He was a tall and strong man, and his armor gleamed coldly under the light.

He shouted, "Although we are prepared, the Wu Clan is very powerful. This siege is likely to be disastrous! Moreover, we are leaderless now, without a unified command. We have already lost half the battle before it even starts."

His fists were clenched, and his eyes revealed a hint of unwillingness and anger.

Another counselor-like man had a worried look on his face. He held a feather fan in his hand and kept waving it, but it was unable to relieve the irritability in his heart:

"If the Human Emperor were still here, we might still be able to fight, but now... we can only hope that the fortifications outside the city can delay the enemy for a while, but this is just a drop in the bucket! We must come up with a response plan as soon as possible, otherwise the Human Emperor City will be doomed."

Everyone was talking about it, and fear and despair spread in the hall.

Some of the ministers sighed, while others cried quietly.

The generals were filled with anger but helpless.

The entire hall seemed to be shrouded in a dark haze, with not a glimmer of hope in sight.

Just as everyone was retreating, an extremely graceful figure appeared in the court.

The woman had a graceful figure and was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, like a fairy from heaven.

Her white dress fluttered in the wind, and every dance seemed to be writing a unique rhythm.

Her face was exquisite, her eyebrows were as dark as distant ink, and her eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing a heroic air.

Her eyes were as bright as stars, yet revealed a hint of deep mystery, as if they contained endless stories.

When her eyes swept across the crowd, everyone in the hall felt as if their souls were seen through. The majesty in her eyes made people feel awe.

She has a straight nose, cherry lips that are naturally red, and a slightly upturned mouth corner with a hint of smile. She is free and easy but with a hint of majesty.

Her inky long hair was casually draped around her waist, without too much decoration except for a simple white jade hairpin, which made her look even more elegant.

Hanging around her waist is an exquisite wine gourd with beautiful patterns carved on it. It sways gently as she walks, adding a touch of casualness.

She is the master that Ning Jie has been searching for - Qiu Yuebai!