The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

A sharp short sword fell from the skirt that was lifted, splitting into thousands upon thousands the moment it touched the ground!

It was an illusion!

Erin's expression turned solemn, a strand of golden light crawled up along the hilt of the sword to her wrist, and as she swung the blade, a ripple spread out.

The golden ripple surged forth like a galloping army, scattering the blades stuck in the ground along with the dense fog around them!

Sitting on a branch, Qianqian's eyes narrowed slightly, but the smile on her face didn't change at all, instead becoming even more manic.

"Hehehe... Interesting. You're much more fun than that baron. I'll play with you for a while!"

As the words fell, she leaned back slightly, like a light feather falling from the tree, transforming into a crow that flew into the forest.

Knowing this fellow was luring her, Erin's eyes narrowed slightly, but she made up her mind, deciding to go along with the plan.

Her knees bent slightly, and with a gentle inhale, she shot out like a cannonball, leaving two sunken footprints in the frozen ground with her exquisite leather boots!

It was apparent.

That little demon's status within the Demon King Army was not simple.

If she could capture her alive, she might be able to exchange her from the Demon King's hand for the captured Baron Ges, assuming the latter was still alive.

Standing in the formation, Luo Yan watched Erin's actions in astonishment, unable to associate this imposing figure with the delicate Princess.

It could only be said that the Ryan Kingdom was indeed the Land of Knights.

Her Extraordinary Power was only at the Bronze Level, but her strength was probably not as simple as it appeared. If he didn't use magic, he might not be able to wrestle against her.

But—

He was an Undead Mage, why would he arm-wrestle with a knight?

Using his brain was what he was best at.

Watching Erin's departing figure, Luo Yan mounted his horse, shouting loudly to the soldiers nearby.

"I'll go help the Princess! You guys hold on!"

Before the soldiers could respond, he urged his horse with the stirrup, turning the horse around and spurring it in the direction of Princess Erin.

However, Luo Yan was not truly going to help, but taking advantage of the cover of bushes and fog, he turned midway, both he and his horse disappearing into the shadows of the forest.

On the other side, Erin quickly chased after Qianqian's figure, while the latter seemed to be deliberately keeping low to toy with her.

The chase led them deep into the forest.

Qianqian landed on a branch, her figure blurred, transforming into human form in a flash of black light, throwing three sharp short swords backward.

Watching the cold gleam flying towards her, Erin swung her long sword, deflecting the oncoming short swords with a clear metallic clang.

The spinning short swords suddenly halted, as if gripped by three invisible hands, and once again split into thousands.

"Let me see how many hands you have."

Qianqian stood on the branch with a mocking smile, snapping her right fingers. The myriad swords shot towards Erin in the forest like raindrops, leaving her no room to dodge.

Despite the countless blades rushing towards her, Erin's face showed no fear, instead, a faint smile curled at the corners of her mouth.

She ignored the cold gleams raining down, gripped her long sword with both hands, took a deep breath, and swung it forcefully to the side forward.

"Ha—!"

Clang—!

With a shout from Erin Campbell, the sound of metallic clashing echoed in the forest, dazzling sparks burst forth at the point where swords met.

In an instant, the thousands of swords disappeared!

In their place was Qianqian, holding a short sword, flying at Erin's side with a bewildered expression gradually surfacing on her face.

As for the figure standing on the treetop, it seemed to have been merely an illusion from the beginning, vanishing with the clash of the two swords.

Erin did not give her a moment to breathe, the Holy Power entwined around her surged suddenly, and the bright sword slashed forward, leaving a dozen afterimages in an instant.

The slender blade danced like willow branches in the wind, like a roaring windmill, stirring up a wild storm in the forest!

The one-foot-long short sword emitted a strained whine, and within a breath, it shattered into several pieces, flying back as scattered fragments.

Qianqian used the force to leap back, her toes barely touching the branch, and before she could steady herself, another afterimage struck, splitting the branch under her in two. Thanks to a swift flutter of her wings, she quickly pulled away, otherwise, even if she could parry that strike, she would lose balance without any leverage point in the air.

The Sword Qi dispersed the fog.

Watching the half-broken branch fall to the snowy ground, Erin exhaled softly, drawing her blade to her chest and looking towards another branch several meters away.

Dressed in a white dress, the Little Demon sat on it, still wearing a composed smile, but the tight brow betrayed a hint of caught-off-guard embarrassment.

And indeed it was so.

Thinking about how she had been forced to this extent by a Bronze Level Swordsman, Qianqian felt a wave of annoyance, her silver teeth grinding audibly.

Where did this girl get such bullheaded strength!?

But what puzzled her most was another matter entirely.