After twenty or thirty punches, Nanshan was unrecognizable, motionless, and no longer breathing, leaving only a pool of blood.

Ignoring the still-breathless Nanshan, Ye Xiyun immediately ran to Suixin's side and collapsed to the ground.

Enveloped in spiritual energy, he pulled Sui Xin from the ground, grasped her hand, and tears streamed down his face: "Sui Xin, you... wake up, don't leave me alone."

Lu Yeling and his wife also saw Ye Suixin and Ye Xiyun being slapped down by the large hand. They were extremely anxious and wanted to go over immediately, but there were too many demons in front of them, and they couldn't get away.

Ye Hao even resorted to deadly techniques, but still failed.

"Get out of the way!" With Ye Hao's eyes reddening, he threw a punch, finally clearing a path.

Ignoring everything else, the two rushed to Ye Suixin and Ye Xiyun.

"My Suixin!" As soon as she reached Suixin's side, Lu Yeling hugged Ye Suixin and burst into tears.

She used her spiritual energy to heal Ye Suixin's injuries, but there was no sound of breathing, and her meridians were completely still, lifeless.

"How could you leave your mother behind?" Lu Yeling's tears flowed uncontrollably.

Ye Xiyun held Ye Suixin's hand and cried loudly, showing no sign of stopping.

Ye Hao squatted down beside them, holding the three of them. His eyes were red, tears of blood streamed down his face, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

...

Seeing this, Di Yin shook his head, feeling it was a real pity: "I'll let you off this time. We'll leave now, but next time be prepared to die."

Anyway, this probing has gone far enough; any further fighting would only result in losses.

He glanced back at Xi Yun again; several dark figures were sucked into a spatial rift and disappeared into the horizon.

Zheng Qiao watched them leave without saying a word. Continuing to fight would only increase casualties; many of his disciples had already died, and this time they had really suffered a huge loss.

...

On the large ship, in the hall, there were many corpses, including six disciples, as well as Ye Suixin, whom Lu Yeling was holding.

"The losses this time are truly devastating. Nearly one-sixth of our disciples have died," Zheng Qiao's voice came out, his tone low.

"Sigh," sighs echoed all around.

But the most heartbroken were Ye Hao and his family.

Ye Hao sat in his seat, his face deathly pale, his eyes glazed over. Two near-death experiences had ultimately taken their child.

Lu Yeling sat on the ground, holding Ye Suixin, and wept silently.

Ye Xiyun looked at Ye Suixin, who remained motionless, clutching the hairpin he had given her, and felt a moment of confusion…

"Elder Ye, please accept my condolences. Suixin is a good child, and we must look forward," Zheng Qiao said, comforting the dazed Ye Hao.

He had previously witnessed Ye Suixin's actions, her fearlessness in the face of death, and her deep sense of loyalty and righteousness, which he admired.

Unfortunately, the child is still young.

Ye Hao didn't speak, but shook his head. In the end, he couldn't escape the cruel tricks of fate.

The hall was deathly silent; no one spoke.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed.