Chapter 379 Die quickly

The Realm of the Void.

The death energy erupted and soared into the sky.

The once dormant gloom transformed into countless writhing dark tentacles, frantically assaulting the crumbling barrier.

Cracks spread, and the entire space groaned in agony as it succumbed to the unbearable pressure.

In the face of this crisis, the elders of the two realms and six sects stood guard in all directions, their spiritual energy and magical artifacts forming a wall, refusing to retreat an inch.

The three kings of the realm, who are usually the most noisy, are as solid as ancient reefs, using themselves as pillars to maintain the barrier that sustains the survival of the two realms and three domains.

Behind them, the roars and riots of the strange beasts were almost frenzied.

The disciples of the six sects had their clothes stained with blood, and their young faces were filled with exhaustion, but their steps were as firm as nails to the ground, and they did not retreat an inch.

Su Qingliu's chin sprouted bluish stubble, and his sword intent was as fine as silk. With each flash, a strange beast's head rolled off.

But his eyes were frighteningly empty, as if he were in a desolate place in the eye of a storm, and even the beauty mark at the corner of his eye had lost its last trace of luster.

Bai Ziye's face was stained with blood, like a soulless puppet mechanically repeating the killing amidst the beast tide.

With his left hand, he ignited the talismanic fire to burn the corpse, while with his right hand, he smashed down the array plate to unleash the clear light of the array.

A wound ran across his arm, blood gushing out, but he didn't even flinch, as if he could no longer feel the pain.

Lin Yujin silently weaved through the surging beast tide, narrowly escaping death several times. His blue robe was torn apart by sharp claws, but he seemed oblivious, charging forward relentlessly as if facing certain death.

This reckless fighting style terrified He Weiyu. She slashed away the charging beast with her sword, then couldn't help but shout in a hoarse voice, "Su Qingliu! Wake up!"

That's not how you fight, is it?

What's the difference between this and suicide?!

There's a Rejuvenation Pill right here in my mustard seed bag, would eating one kill me?

Xiu Yan swung his arm to deflect a fatal blow from Lin Yujin, his arm slashed by the beast's claws, blood gushing out, soaking his sleeves, and dripping onto the ground from his trembling fingers.

His eyes turned completely bloodshot, and his roar exploded like thunder throughout the battlefield.

"Do you think Jiang Xianwan can come back just because you're dead?!"

"Shut up!"

Su Qingliu suddenly swung his sword backhand, the sharp sword wind severing the head of the strange beast behind him.

He suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Xiu Yan, each word seeming to be crushed and squeezed out from between his teeth.

"My junior sister is not dead!"

Bai Ziye and Lin Yujin turned their heads at the same time, their scarlet eyes locking onto him like dying beasts, their voices hoarse and low, filled with a bloody warning.

Say it again!

Xiu Yan's chest heaved violently, his hand gripping the memorial tablet taut until his knuckles turned white, he abruptly turned his head away, clenched his teeth, and locked a sob deep in his throat.

An invisible heaviness descended, pressing down on everyone's hearts. Shi Yunxiao, Pei Chang'an, and all the disciples lowered their eyes silently.

The incident happened suddenly, something none of them had expected.

The leaked footage was like a biting winter wind, chilling one to the bone.

Everyone is here right now.

Only one person is missing.

Seeing their friendship capsize at this critical moment, Su Qingliu, Bai Ziye, and Lin Yujin's eyes flashed with a murderous glint that seemed to want to devour people alive. They were completely disregarding everything and appeared ready to take action.

He Weiyu felt a surge of anger, but that anger was then swallowed up by the endless bitterness that welled up in his heart.

If Jiang Shimei were here, they would still be a group of close friends who could completely entrust their backs to each other.

Unlike now, when life and death hang in the balance, internal strife has broken out within the family!

As soon as He Weiyu drew his sword, he forcibly separated Su Qingliu, who seemed to want to kill him, and then slashed down a beast that was pouncing on him.

Suppressing the stinging sensation in her nose, she glanced at them coldly, her words dripping with icy sarcasm.

"If you keep doing this, believe me, when Junior Sister Jiang comes back, I'll tell everyone about you! None of you will get away with this!"

Then he turned to Xiuyan.

"Ignore them, let them die! Let them die already!"

"We haven't avenged our great grudge yet, and Junior Sister Jiang and Xingxing are waiting for us! What kind of senior brothers are you three! What kind of cowardly behavior is this!"

The last sentence struck like a thunderclap, and the three boys fell silent for a moment. Finally, they gritted their teeth and each swallowed a revival pill.

He Weiyu turned her gaze slightly, her eyes flashing like icy blades as she looked at the blood-clad youth not far away, and coldly rebuked, "Junior Brother Qin! You too!"

Qin Qin's wrist paused almost imperceptibly, and the sword intent she unleashed seemed to freeze for a moment, or perhaps it was just an illusion. The next moment, the sword light surged, cleaving the strange beast in front of her in two.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still in the center of the Void Ancient Realm.

Yun Weize stood suspended in the void, his sword intent rippled slightly like hazy water, creating a clear radiance amidst the surging black mist.

He lowered his head slightly, his dark hair falling like satin, making his pale face appear even more translucent, with only a touch of blood on his lips as bright as cinnabar.

Seemingly using up her last bit of strength, she slowly shifted her gaze, tucked the jade slip into her sleeve, and used her lowered eyelashes to conceal all the pain of the tearing apart.

Finally, with a forced snap of his fingers, he produced a sound like shattered jade.

An invisible sword intent arose from the Three Thousand Thoughts, like a silent, cold command.

The surging sword intent, carrying boundless spiritual power, surged forth like a raging tide and collapsing snow, pushing layer upon layer across the entire Void Ancient Realm.

Under the pale moonlight, deathly energy rushed in from all directions, frantically sweeping and converging around him, like a boiling pool of ink, swallowing the last rays of sunlight.

Yun Weize suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his internal organs trembled violently as if he had been crushed by a huge force, and dark bloodstains spread rapidly across his front.

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the empty sky. His eyelashes trembled like broken butterflies, but he could not hide the warmth that kept seeping from his eyes.

As he ran his fingertips across the sword's edge, a burst of violent power erupted from his body once more, burning away his own cultivation and even his soul.

The deathly aura surged forth like a torrent, which he forcibly absorbed by using his own body as a vessel.

It felt as if his internal organs were being torn apart inch by inch, and his soul screamed in the karmic fire.

In a state of chaotic pain, he finally stopped suppressing his emotions and let his tears flow freely, mingling with his blood.

He might... not be able to wait for Jiang Xianwan.

He was unwilling to accept it.

He was terrified.

He even wanted to burst into tears without thinking.

It wasn't that they were afraid of death.

He was afraid... afraid he would never see that figure again, afraid he would not be able to see her return safely.

Even just one glance would be enough.

However, there was still no news from the jade slip.

Yun Weize raised his head, his tear stains gleaming brokenly in the moonlight, and he gasped for breath, his voice broken like a beast.

His tightly pursed lips suddenly parted, and a mouthful of blood mixed with dark fragments of internal organs splattered out, creating a shockingly mottled mess.

He was also afraid...

He was afraid that when she came back and didn't see him... her eyes would well up with tears.

"Wanwan..."

"Jiang Xianwan..."

His blood-stained lips trembled slightly, each syllable mixed with blood and foam. Only one name was repeatedly ground between his teeth, as light as a sigh, yet as heavy as his only obsession in this life.

The pitch-black flower buds spread silently. Yun Weize's figure swayed, and his spiritual power surged again, enveloped by layers of surging death energy, almost condensing into a huge, struggling cocoon.