Chapter 52 How Painful Must Ah Li Have Been When She Died

Wen Yao looked at Ye Li's lifeless face and felt a chill run through him.

Ah Li, is she really dead?!

"Third Senior Brother! What are you doing? Kill that demoness!"

Mo Hannian woke up later and didn't see Ye Li insert the dagger into the masked man's chest, so he assumed Ye Li was with them.

Wen Yao held Ye Li tightly, and the usually gentle and refined man roared, "She's dead!"

Mo Hannian was stunned. "Dead..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cave began to shake.

This place can no longer withstand the pressure and is about to collapse.

Master Qingyu gave a low shout, "Take Ah Li and leave first!"

The situation is urgent, and their cultivation level is low; they will only be a hindrance if they stay here.

Lu Ziting led Mo Hannian as they retreated.

Wen Yao gritted his teeth, picked up Ye Li, and ran towards the exit.

The masked man nearly went berserk when he saw they were going to take Ye Li away, shouting, "Nobody's going to take her away!"

As he spoke, a harsh, unpleasant roar escaped his throat, like the whisper of a wild beast.

Strange things happened.

Ye Li disregarded her will and tightly gripped Wen Yao's neck.

Caught off guard, Wen Yao's arms slipped from his embrace, and the two tumbled to the ground.

Ye Li's body was covered in wounds, and he dared not use his spiritual power. He could only hold her wrist, his fair face turning blood red from the effort. "Ah... Ah Li... it's me..."

Ye Li's bloodshot eyes regained their clarity for a moment, but immediately became empty again.

Inside her body, Ye Li tried desperately to regain control, but her body was filled with demonic energy that made it impossible to control with spiritual power.

When Lu Ziting and Mo Hannian realized that Wen Yao hadn't followed, they turned around and were furious.

"Let go of the third brother!"

Ye Li abandoned Wen Yao and began fighting with them.

She had just woken up, and her body was entirely supported by evil magic, so she quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

Wen Yao, panting, got up and rushed over to stop them, "Stop! Don't hurt A-Li!"

Lu Ziting shouted angrily, "Are you crazy! Didn't you see that witch was going to kill you!"

“Ah Li was being controlled; this wasn’t her intention…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a "hiss" sounded.

The long sword suddenly pierced Ye Li's body from behind.

"Ah Li!"

Wen Yao's cries were heart-wrenching.

Behind him, Mo Hannian, sword in hand, said fiercely, "Ye Li! You deserve to die!"

On the other side, the masked man, seeing Ye Li being attacked, let out an angry growl.

He knocked Qingyu Zhenren away, then transformed his palm into a claw and lunged at Mo Hannian.

Mo Hannian did not struggle and closed his eyes.

He got his revenge, but Ye Li saved his life, and he wanted to return it to her.

The expected pain did not come. Mo Hannian opened his eyes and saw Ye Li's back with a sword in front of him.

She had pulled the sword from her chest; blood was still dripping from the blade.

Her blood-stained red dress made her silhouette look particularly grim.

Mo Hannian was taken aback, and a thought inexplicably crossed his mind: this person was actually his senior sister...

The masked man also sensed something amiss, and he said in a sinister tone, "Li'er, come here."

The woman's expression was icy cold. "I, Ye Li, would never associate with a demon like you."

Sword energy surged like a rainbow, the sharp longsword tearing through the black mist, aiming straight for the masked man's throat.

The masked man dodged to the side.

Ye Li changed her form, her sword blade cutting through the wind.

For a moment, only two afterimages, one black and one red, could be seen.

The attack range is getting larger and larger.

With a loud "boom".

The cave collapsed completely.

Lu Ziting helped the seriously injured Qingyu Zhenren to his feet and shouted at Mo Hannian and Wen Yao, "Let's go!"

"I want to take Ah Li with me!"

Wen Yao refused to leave and rushed over with his sword, trying to rescue Ye Li.

Mo Hannian followed closely behind.

Needless to say, the two of them were no match for the masked man.

Ye Li looked at these two useless and troublesome people and knocked them out of the encirclement.

"Walk!"

It is concise and to the point in one word.

With red eyes, Wen Yao looked at Ye Li, who was desperately trying to hold back the masked man. He knew he couldn't take her away.

He grabbed Mo Hannian, who was still trying to walk away, and shouted, "Ah Li, I'll wait for you to come back!"

"..."

At this moment, only Ye Li and the masked man remained in the cave.

The masked man's gaze cut down her face inch by inch like a sharp blade. "You are not Li'er."

Ye Li said coldly, "I have never been Li'er. I am Ye Li of the Tianmen Sect."

Huge rocks rained down, but the masked man remained unfazed.

"You think they can leave? You can't hold me back."

How will you know if you don't try?

After saying this, Ye Li gripped the sword and slashed her palm, drawing a blood rune.

The moment the talisman took shape, the masked man froze, "How do you know soul spells! Stop!"

The Soul Offering Curse: Soul becomes chain, spirit becomes lock, and both jade and stone perish!

The masked man couldn't escape in time; the blood-red threads bound him, and also bound Ye Li.

Her gaze was firm, without the slightest hint of regret.

Even if it means her soul is scattered, she will still slay this demon! To avenge those lost souls!

Just as the runes were about to ensnare the masked man, suddenly, a beam of light burst from his body, shattering the red threads.

Ye Li was taken aback.

She couldn't believe it, "You are..."

He is actually...

"Boom-"

The cave collapsed, silencing Ye Li's extremely shocked voice.

...

The cave was located in the heart of the camphor forest, and the entire forest began to tremble the moment it collapsed.

Wen Yao stared at the vanished cave, his heart breaking, tears welling in his eyes.

“Ah Li…”

Mo Hannian was equally distraught, his knees buckled and he knelt on the ground, muttering, "Why did you save me? Wasn't she in cahoots with that demon?"

"Why, why..."

Wen Yao grabbed Mo Hannian by the collar, "Why? I'll tell you why!"

"The real Ah Li is dead. She died the day we ignored her pleas for help! She was trapped here by the demons and suffered endless torment. Now she has sacrificed herself for us, taking the demons with her!"

"Are you satisfied with this reason now?"

"..."

After shouting that, Wen Yao lost all his strength. He collapsed to the ground, covering his face, even breathing was painful.

Regret, like a sharp blade, pierced his heart, constantly churning within him.

Ah Li is dead.

She's really dead...

If he had responded when he saw the distress talisman that day, Ah Li wouldn't have died.

What was he doing when he received the help request?

He was refining a marrow cleansing pill for Su Ying'er.

At that time, he was heartbroken because of Ye Li's heartlessness. When he received the help talisman, he thought, if he were to fawn over her like a lapdog because of this mere talisman, where would his dignity be?

Although he admired Ye Li, as a member of the royal family, he was pampered and adored since childhood, so he naturally had an air of arrogance.

Moreover, she wrote so resolutely in her letter, belittling him to nothing and saying that she only had Lu Ziting in her heart.

If that's the case, then she must have a way to get to the court if she encounters danger. If he were to go there again, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?

Because of that ridiculous sense of pride, he chose to ignore it.

He ignored Ah Li's pleas for help, wasting her last chance at life.

Wen Yao raised his hand with trembling hands, his palm still lingering with the sensation of touching Ye Li.

Her hands were so cold.

Her limbs had no support at all.

There was a hole in her dantian, left after her golden core was removed.

Various scenes from the illusion flashed before my eyes.

How much pain must Ah Li have felt when she died...