"Pfft..."

The sound of a blade piercing through flesh, a sharp weapon entering meat, was clearly audible to everyone.

Instantly, the scene fell into a deathly silence.

"Master...Master!"

Ji Fanya and the others stared wide-eyed in disbelief, then let out a heart-wrenching roar and charged towards Jun Feijue.

"Pfft..."

Just as he rushed forward, the scythe was mercilessly pulled from Jun Feijue's chest by Ming Huashang, and the spurting blood soaked his black robe.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."

Beads of blood dripped down the hem of her clothes, and the yin-yang symbol beneath her feet shattered instantly.

"cough…"

Jun Feijue reached out and clutched his chest to try to stop the bleeding, but the bleeding didn't stop, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

She endured the pain and tried to get the medicine, because she felt an unstoppable energy within her body preventing her wounds from healing.

She knew it was the power of demonic energy.

"No, Yi'er, you don't need it."

Ming Huashang watched quietly as Jun Feijue struggled to take out the pill, but just as she was about to swallow it, she reached out and stopped her.

"Give me…"

Jun Feijue's pale lips trembled slightly; she could clearly feel life slipping away.

"Yi'er, it's time for you to come back."

With a smile on his face, Ming Huashang gently stroked Jun Feijue's face, yet uttered the cruelest words, "As long as you die, you can return to my side. Are you happy?"

"Mad...madman...cough cough..."

Jun Feijue didn't know how to react, his eyes widened, and he suddenly coughed up another mouthful of blood.

“Ah Jue…”

Di Moyu had been focused on breaking through, and when he saw this scene, he was completely stunned.

Then, his eyes slowly opened, his pupils contracted, and blood vessels in his eyes slowly appeared, eventually staining his entire eye socket red!

"Ah Jue!"

The deafening roar echoed through the sky, startling the soldiers of the city's defense forces. They turned to look and witnessed the scythe being pulled from Jun Feijue's body.

The blood stained everyone's eyes and ignited the anger in their hearts.

At this moment, his heart was filled with hatred, all reason was pulled from his mind, and his only thought was to kill all the Yakshas, ​​to kill all the Yakshas who had hurt Jun Feijue!

On the city wall, blood flew everywhere, while below, Di Moyu, filled with murderous intent, charged towards Ming Huashang.

"Yi'er, don't be afraid..."

At this moment, Jun Feijue was still being held in Ming Huashang's arms. His voice was low and gentle, as if he were coaxing a child who was about to fall asleep. He held her hand and his eyes were full of expectation. "Soon, you will be able to return to my side."

He did it, he finally did it.

Yi'er became obedient, lying quietly in his arms. Soon, Yi'er would remember him and return to his side, never again listening to others or disobeying him.

As he gazed affectionately at Jun Feijue, he slowly raised the sickle in his hand.

With one last strike, Yi'er can truly return to his side!

"The Fallen Flower!"

At this moment, a loud shout came, and Di Moyu, his eyes bloodshot, pointed at the Heaven-Sealing Sword and fiercely stabbed at Ming Huashang.

"Boom..."

Along with that came the deafening roar of thunder and lightning.

That lightning was different from ordinary lightning; it was accompanied by colorful clouds, with purple light hidden within them.

"This is…"

Upon seeing this, Ming Huashang's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately recognized him.