"Liuli!"

Li Molin was startled and immediately tried to fly down after her, but when he saw a brightly lit spot in the formation, he suddenly shuddered and his face turned pale.

Yu Ke noticed that Li Molin's expression was off, and he asked with concern, "Young Master, what's wrong?"

After Yu Ke finished speaking, Li Molin did not react at all.

"Young Master?" Yu Ke raised his voice and repeated, "Young Master, has something happened?"

Li Molin suddenly came to his senses, his expression somewhat blank, his face very pale, and he asked unconsciously, "What did you say?"

Yu Ke grew increasingly puzzled. He frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong, young master?"

“Uh…” Li Molin paused for a moment, then shook his head absently and said, “It’s nothing… Yu Ke, you can all go down. Leave none of these righteous people alive!”

"Yes." Yu Ke hesitated before replying, exchanged a glance with Ji Jue, and then flew down one after the other.

So only Li Molin's lonely figure remained in the air. He lowered his head, his eyes fixed on one spot, his expression sad and vulnerable, as if he had suddenly become a helpless child.

After watching for a while, he suddenly moved, descended rapidly, and flew down in that direction.

In the blink of an eye, Li Molin flew to a certain place in the formation. At that time, this small area was dazzling with light. Three demons at the Demon Heart Realm were besieging a Daoist woman at the Transformation Void Realm. The woman was fighting against three people at once, but she was not at a disadvantage at all. Her sword techniques changed continuously, and her flying sword moved nimbly back and forth, forcing the three demons to retreat step by step, almost unable to resist.

Li Molin's sudden appearance startled the four people who were engaged in fierce fighting. The Taoist woman's body trembled, and she stared at Li Molin with wide eyes, stunned.

Because her swordplay abruptly stopped, her flying sword circled once and then flew back to her side in a daze, floating uncertainly in the air.

The three demons glanced at Li Molin one after the other, then stared in disbelief at the Taoist woman. Seeing this as a rare opportunity, they exchanged a look, raised their weapons, and attacked the woman simultaneously.

The woman made no move whatsoever, completely unprepared for the approach of the three weapons.

Just as the three weapons were about to strike the woman's frail body, Li Molin's face turned pale, and almost instinctively, he shouted, "Stop!"

The three demons hesitated for a moment, two of them stopped, but one demon ignored them and still refused to stop.

Enraged, Li Molin unleashed a flash of black light, and a blood-red trident appeared in his hand. He stepped forward and swung the trident to block the demon's black longsword.

The demon frowned. He stopped attacking, sheathed his sword, took two steps back, and said in a deep voice, "What does the young master mean by this?"

Li Molin's face was full of anger as he shouted in a deep voice, "Didn't you hear me tell you to stop?"

"But..." the demon was unconvinced and was about to retort.

"Get out!" Li Molin interrupted him coldly, his voice icy, "All of you, get out!"

The two demons who had stopped fighting early exchanged a glance, grabbed the other demon who looked resentful, replied "Yes," and hurriedly retreated, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

In Li Molin's eyes, the surrounding area was filled with groups of righteous and demonic people fighting each other. However, in Liu Lingying's eyes, the surroundings were filled with thick fog, so thick that she could only see about ten feet ahead.

But now she didn't need to see any further; all she could see was his tall figure. His face still vaguely resembled that of a child, but the innocence and naivety of his youth were gone. His eyes were cold, his lips were hard and cold, and his aura was exceptionally chilling.

He finally... became the very thing he least wanted to see.

Liu Lingying's body began to tremble and shake. Hot tears streamed down her face like broken pearls. She covered her mouth with her hand, but still managed to sob softly.

Li Molin's eyes narrowed slightly, and the lines on his face softened somewhat.

"Lin...Lin'er..." After crying for a long time, Liu Lingying barely suppressed the endless sorrow in her heart, her voice choked with sobs, and said, "You are my Lin'er, aren't you?"

Li Molin slowly shook his head, his voice ambiguous, and said in a low voice, "Since you left when I was seven years old, I have no longer been your Lin'er."

Liu Lingying felt a pang in her heart, her expression growing even more sorrowful. She took two steps forward and pleaded, "Lin'er, please let your mother hug you. Your mother misses you so much... so much..."

As Liu Lingying stepped forward, Li Molin retreated step by step.

Liu Lingying paused for a moment, wiping away her tears, but the tears that welled up in her eyes soon soaked her cheeks again.

"Lin'er," Liu Lingying said, her voice choked with sobs, "I'm begging you... let me hold you..."

In Li Molin's memory, Liu Lingying was a spirited and flamboyant woman, her smile always radiating confidence and a touch of domineering arrogance combined with a carefree and nonchalant air. But the woman before him was pleading and sorrowful. He simply couldn't reconcile her with the image of his mother from his memories.

He stopped in his tracks because of a momentary moment of weakness in his heart.

Liu Lingying then opened her arms and hugged him.

More than twenty years had passed, and he had grown much taller than her, his physique imposing, completely different from when he was a child. When she held him as a child, she thought of him as a child she needed to protect. Now, holding him, she thought of him as someone capable of protecting himself.

Thinking this, Liu Lingying felt increasingly bitter. She didn't know what he had gone through in the more than twenty years since she left. Then, an unbearable pain welled up in her heart. In the Demon Realm, a place where the strong prey on the weak, how well could a child without a mother's love possibly live?

Liu Lingying hugged Li Molin tightly, her voice choked with emotion, "Lin'er, my child... Mother is so sorry... Mother is so sorry..."

Li Molin let Liu Lingying hug him, but his body was a little stiff. After more than 20 years apart, he felt a little lost in his mother's affection.