However, the elves are currently facing a crisis with internal and external troubles, as a branch of the elves is rebelling and demons are attacking from outside. He cannot use the staff that contains the lifeblood of the elves for his own selfish reasons.

"You're welcome." Xingyue waved her hand nonchalantly.

After relieving Sikong Lian of the crisis, Xingyue, who wanted to leave, suddenly heard a shrill scream coming from not far away.

Hearing the familiar voice, Sikong Lian's face suddenly turned pale.

"Father!" Sikong Lian turned around suddenly and flew away following the voice.

Seeing this, Xingyue hurriedly followed.

Soon, Xingyue followed Sikong Lian to the depths of the dense forest. It turned out that the Elf King was seriously injured. He collapsed on the ground and was dying. Sikong Lian burst into tears.

"Father, who did this? Yao Jingyue or someone else? You must hold on!" Sikong Lian said anxiously.

Xingyue hurried forward to check on the Elf King's injuries. He had multiple wounds on his body, was bleeding profusely, and was barely breathing.

"He is seriously injured and must be treated quickly," said Xingyue.

"Father, I will use the staff to heal your injuries right away." Sikong Lian said, raising the staff in his hand, ready to mobilize spiritual power to heal the Spirit Emperor.

However, the Spirit Emperor raised his hand to stop Sikong Lian. He coughed twice and said, "Ah Lian, you don't have to waste the spiritual power of your staff on my broken body. You should use it to protect the safety of the entire elf race. The demon race is ambitious. They not only want to occupy our secret forest, but also want to annex our entire elf race. You...you can't let them succeed!"

As he spoke, the Spirit Emperor spat out another mouthful of blood.