This dark ocean quickly spread out, surging towards the demonic force that enveloped the world.

Darkness and evil collided with each other, and fierce conflict and confrontation occurred between the two.

As the water of the underworld continued to gush out, the evil power emitted by the Demon King was gradually weakened.

Countless monsters fell under the attack of the Nether Water, struggling in pain, and eventually turned into ashes.

The entire battlefield was covered by the water of the underworld, and the monsters were struggling and dying in it.

The number of monsters has decreased dramatically, and the once huge army is now reduced to just a few remnants.

At the same time, Yaoyan San felt that his power was fading away bit by bit, and was constantly being devoured by the dark power of the Netherworld Water.

He roared angrily: "No!" His voice was full of despair and unwillingness.

"Xingyue, you lunatic!" Yaoyan San cursed with gritted teeth, with hatred flashing in his eyes.

However, Xingyue remained unmoved. Her eyes were firm and resolute, as if she had already made up her mind. She continued to urge the Netherworld Water until it completely overturned the human world.

As the Nether Water flowed out, the entire world was shrouded in darkness. The monsters were terrified and fled in all directions, but they could not escape the erosion of the Nether Water no matter what.

At the same time, Xingyue dispersed her goddess light, transforming it into countless golden rays that showered the world. These rays, like a shield, tightly surrounded every living being, isolating them from the demonic energy and the dark power of the Nether Water.

"No, Xingyue!"

Qianye's voice, filled with endless sorrow and despair, resounded through the sky. His eyes were filled with self-blame and regret. If it weren't for his selfishness and cowardice, Xingyue wouldn't have made such a sacrifice. But now it was too late to say anything; he could only watch helplessly as Xingyue sacrificed herself.

The moment he discovered the Nether Water had appeared, Qianye could no longer care about his own petty thoughts. He flew out of the Dark Temple and rushed towards Xingyue at top speed. His face was filled with regret and self-blame, and he had only one thought in his mind: he must save Xingyue!

At this moment, Xingyue's body swayed in the wind, as if she would collapse at any moment. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips bloodless, her eyes closed, and her breath was so weak that it was almost undetectable. Her vitality was rapidly fading, and it seemed that she had reached the end of her life.

However, before Qianye could catch Xingyue, a white figure was already one step ahead of him. Dong Ming, ignoring his own injuries, quickly reached Xingyue and held her firmly. His eyes were filled with heartache and reluctance, as if he had lost the most precious thing in his life.

"Xingyue, what's wrong with you? What did you just pour out of the bottle?" Dong Ming asked anxiously, his voice trembling, revealing his inner fear. He had never seen Xingyue so weak, and a sense of foreboding surged in his heart.

Dong Ming raised his broad palm and gently stroked Xingyue's face, which had become pale and weak from the exhaustion of divine power. His movements were gentle and cautious, fearing to hurt Xingyue. His gaze fell on Xingyue's tightly closed eyes, and tears unconsciously fell.

"Dong Ming~"

At this moment, Xingyue no longer cared about the difference in status between herself and Dongming. She slowly opened her eyes and softly called the name of the man in front of her.

"Xingyue, I'm here." Dong Ming's eyes were red and tears were flashing in them.

Suddenly, Dong Ming's cold gaze swept towards Qianye, "You sinister fellow, what on earth did you give Xingyue? Why is she suddenly so weak?"