Zhao Wumian, having suffered a mental attack, fell from his Fuyao. Mingyue seized the opportunity to take his life.
The blade formed from moonlight was about to strike Zhao Wumian, and he had no way to evade it.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Wumian.
It was Yue You from Cuiwei. Although he had lost his memory and his mind was blank.
But seeing Zhao Wumian in mortal danger, his heart tightened, and he instinctively lunged forward.
He tightly embraced Zhao Wumian, using his own body to block the blade forged from moonlight.
His back was cut open, his internal organs were shattered by the powerful Taiyin force, and his life rapidly ebbed away.
In an instant, Yue You's consciousness returned to clarity. The memories Zhao Wumian had erased flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
"I love you, Wumian!"
Yue You smiled, held Zhao Wumian tightly in his arms, and spoke the last words of his life, the words he most wanted to say.
"Bastard, get lost, stay away from me!"
Zhao Wumian's mind was in chaos from the mental attack.
As soon as he regained consciousness, he realized he was falling towards the ground. He quickly summoned his Fuyao to support him.
Only then did he discover Yue You clinging to him, which made him feel disgusted.
He thought there was a problem with his puppet technique, and Yue You was infatuated with him, harboring improper thoughts.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian's skin crawled, and he felt as if he had swallowed a fly.
He didn't notice that the blood from Yue You's back had already soaked the Fuyao beneath his feet.
He only saw Yue You's lewd smile, gazing at him with deep affection, and failed to notice that Yue You had already breathed his last.
He didn't want Yue You anywhere near him, let alone have physical contact.
So he shoved Yue You away fiercely, wanting him to return to Cuiwei.
He was infuriated that this guy was acting up with a formidable enemy present.
However, he soon noticed something unusual. The Yue You he pushed away did not return to Cuiwei.
Instead, he fell from the air like a sack, landing heavily on the ground and splattering into a bloody mess.
What was going on? Zhao Wumian was bewildered. He hadn't used any special abilities, and Cuiwei had already recognized Yue You as its master.
Even if he had pushed Yue You off the Fuyao, Cuiwei would have intercepted him and prevented him from falling to his death.
Could Cuiwei be malfunctioning? He looked back, his expression changing drastically.
In Mingyue's hand was Cuiwei, now reduced to the size of a palm. She was enveloped in moonlight, sneering at him.
Zhao Wumian suddenly understood. Yue You had been killed by Mingyue, otherwise, Cuiwei wouldn't have been so easily captured.
Now, of the five treasures he possessed, only the Fuyao beneath his feet remained; the others had been taken.
His plan to fuse the five treasures and gain power had failed, and now he had to contend with the resurrected Ji Shiyou.
Let alone seizing Wangshu, even retrieving Cuiwei and other magical artifacts was impossible.
The most important thing now was to escape this place, preserve his life, and deal with them another day.
With this thought, Zhao Wumian controlled the Fuyao beneath him and turned sharply, fleeing towards the outside of Hope City.
The Fuyao's power was wind, and speed was its advantage. Zhao Wumian was confident in his escape.
In the blink of an eye, afterimages flickered, and Zhao Wumian, riding the Fuyao, was already outside the city.
Seeing Zhao Wumian escape, Wangshu, the magical artifact on Mingyue's person, transformed into a streak of light and pursued him closely.
But she was a step too slow, and the Fuyao was known for its speed. Zhao Wumian was on the verge of escaping.
Just then, a sky full of crescent moons appeared, surrounding the Fuyao and trapping him in the center.
These were the crescent moons that Ji Shiyou had conjured when killing zombies and mysterious creatures, and they had not been recalled.
Zhao Wumian's escape route had coincidentally led him to the very place where the zombies had once gathered. Those crescent moons seemed to be waiting for him there.
Zhao Wumian was like a cornered prey, being chased, stumbling directly into a pre-arranged trap.
Seeing the crescent moons encircling him from all directions, Zhao Wumian was greatly alarmed, but he was not one to wait for death.
Gritting his teeth, he urged the Fuyao, unleashing a hurricane to shield himself, intending to break through the encirclement.
But he had miscalculated. The moonlight was like water, formless and intangible. How could a hurricane disperse or block it?
The hurricane passed directly through the crescent moons, doing nothing to prevent them from slicing towards Zhao Wumian's body.
After a series of crisp clanging sounds, Zhao Wumian's clothes were reduced to tatters.
However, his body remained unharmed. It turned out that just as the crescent moons were about to strike him, Zhao Wumian had already metalized his body.
This was not a special ability from this world, but his own cultivation, the Vajra Dharma Body.
In his original world, he had practiced this very skill.
Upon arriving in this world, he had used his metal-elemental abilities to conceal his true cultivation.
Otherwise, why would he have been able to instantly kill other max-level ability users?
At this critical moment of life and death, he no longer held back, revealing his ultimate trump card to save himself.
"Hahaha! Come on, do you think killing Yuan Que and Gu Nanquan means you can kill me?
If I want to leave, you can't stop me. Fuyao, charge!"
Unable to be harmed by the crescent moon blades, Zhao Wumian's confidence soared, and he laughed arrogantly.
He unleashed the full power of the Vajra Dharma Body, his semi-bare torso emitting a bronze glow.
Zhao Wumian steered the Fuyao towards the edge of the encirclement. The crescent moons clanged against him but could not harm him in the slightest.
He charged forward, breaking through the encirclement of the crescent moon blades.
Zhao Wumian was ecstatic. This was like a dragon returning to the sea and a bird to the forest. He would definitely return.
When he regrouped, he would kill Mingyue and Ji Shiyou and destroy Hope City.
The magical artifacts that had been stolen were merely being temporarily kept here. One day, he would reclaim them all, including Wangshu.
As his mind wandered, he suddenly felt that the Fuyao beneath him had stopped moving.
His body also felt as if it were immobilized, unable to move.
A sense of dread welled up within him, and he felt his soul tremble.
The pressure came from above. Fortunately, his head could move, and Zhao Wumian tilted his head up.
He saw, high in the heavens, a radiant full moon hanging in the sky.
The cold moonlight enveloped him, and the oppressive aura that made his soul tremble originated from the moon in the sky.
What was going on? It was daytime, so why was there a moon?
Zhao Wumian was stunned, for he clearly saw the sun still in the sky. The sun and moon coexisting was an impossibility.
He did not know that the moon he was seeing was not the one that appeared naturally in the night sky.
Just as he broke through the encirclement, Mingyue's magical artifact, Wangshu, had also reached the area of the crescent moon encirclement.
However, the crescent moons did not attack Wangshu. On the contrary, they converged towards it.
Wangshu also displayed great affection towards the crescent moons, as if old friends meeting or relatives reuniting.
What happened next caused Wen Qingtian and the others watching from the city walls to widen their eyes in astonishment.