Chapter 69: I'll offer my blood as a sacrifice to save your life!
dark.
Cold.
It was piercingly cold.
The deafening sound pierced my eardrums, and my body bounced back and forth repeatedly amidst weightlessness and impacts.
Lu Zhanting's consciousness flickered like a candle flame about to burn out in the gale.
Excruciating pain!
A sharp cracking sound came from his back as bones broke, and the wound on his chest was ripped open, leaving a bloody mess.
He doesn't care.
He only cares about the person in his arms.
Her arms tightened even more, like iron hoops welded to her body, locking Su Wanqing tightly against her chest.
He used his own flesh and blood to build a mobile fortress.
Don't let go.
absolute!
This was the only obsession deep in his bones.
After an unknown amount of time, the violent power that could tear everything apart finally showed signs of weakening.
"Splash—"
A tremendous force flung the two of them away, sending them crashing heavily onto a patch of cold mud and gravel.
The world finally fell into deathly silence.
Only the deep, muffled sound of flowing water from the distant cave could be heard.
"Cough...cough cough!"
Lu Zhanting coughed violently, each mouthful of his vomit containing a mixture of mud and blood.
He didn't bother to examine his broken bones; his first instinct was to look down at the treasure in his arms.
Su Wanqing lay quietly in his arms.
That face, which always carried a hint of sly smile, was now deathly pale.
Fortunately, there was still a slight rise and fall in his chest.
He's still alive.
Lu Zhanting's nerves, which had been stretched to their limit, finally relaxed a little.
He struggled to move her to a drier place.
The moment he moved, the broken bones in his back shifted, and a sharp, electric-like pain shot straight to the top of his head, causing his vision to go black and nearly making him faint.
His spine may be broken.
He leaned weakly against a slippery rock, panting heavily.
Each breath felt like a dull knife tearing at the rotten flesh of his chest and back, causing him to spasm in pain.
"Wanqing..."
He reached out his blood-stained and muddy hand, trembling, and gently patted her cheek.
"Wake up..."
Su Wanqing's eyelashes trembled, and a cat-like moan escaped her throat.
She slowly opened her eyes.
The view was completely dark, with only the man's heavy, painful breathing.
"Zhan Ting...we..."
“We’re still alive.” Lu Zhanting’s voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, but it exuded an undeniable calmness.
Su Wanqing's consciousness began to return.
She wanted to sit up.
The next second, a sharp, excruciating pain, as if it were about to pierce her soul, suddenly exploded from the deepest part of her brain!
"Ugh—!"
She let out a piercing scream, clutching her head tightly with both hands, her body convulsing violently uncontrollably.
"Wanqing! What's wrong?" Lu Zhan-ting's expression changed drastically.
"My head... my head is going to split open..." Su Wanqing's voice squeezed out from between her fingers, each word filled with extreme pain.
A thin line of crimson blood meandered down from her nostril.
Next up are the ears.
Two bloodstains stood out starkly in the darkness.
"Medicine! Your medicine!" Lu Zhanting panicked completely, reaching out to check, only to touch something shockingly cold.
Su Wanqing's body is rapidly losing temperature!
"I...can't take it out..." Su Wanqing curled up in pain, her teeth chattering. "I...can't control it..."
She could clearly sense that the mysterious space that had accompanied her through two lifetimes was collapsing from the inside.
No, it's disintegration!
Invisible cracks spread wildly across the inner walls of the space, causing the spiritual spring to dry up, the medicinal fields to wither, and mountains of supplies to be swallowed up by the cracks and turned into nothingness.
The backlash of the primal power of space!
In order to create the distorted force field that protected the two of them at the last moment, she overdrawn everything in the space.
The price is the most terrifying destruction currently affecting her soul.
"ah--!"
Another wave of even more violent pain surged forth, and Su Wan-qing felt as if her soul was being ripped apart by thousands of hands.
Her vision went completely black, and even more blood flowed from her seven orifices.
The breath of life is rapidly dissipating.
"Wanqing! Hold on! Look at me!"
Lu Zhanting's mind was in complete turmoil.
He was a war god, an invincible soldier, but at this moment, he was just a useless man who could only watch helplessly as his wife died in his arms.
There is no medicine.
There are no tools.
There wasn't even a drop of clean water to be found.
Despair and helplessness, like the icy underground river water, instantly overwhelmed him.
"No...you mustn't die..."
He held Su Wanqing's increasingly cold body tightly, roaring with all his might.
"I command you, you are not to die! Do you hear me!"
The roar echoed in the empty cave, hollow and desolate.
The person in her arms was breathing, but it grew weaker and weaker until it was almost inaudible.
The panic and despair in Lu Zhanting's eyes eventually solidified into a mad madness of mutual destruction.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at his bloodied and mangled right hand.
Blood……
His blood.
That madman Scorpion once dreamed of using his blood to fuse with the "Heart of Immortality" and become a "new god."
Does this mean that his blood contains some kind of extremely masculine and powerful energy?
The backlash was cold and chaotic.
Can his blood neutralize it?
An extremely crazy idea exploded in his mind.
He was already critically injured and on the verge of death; if he continued to bleed, he would surely die.
But……
If she dies, and he lives, what difference is there between him and a walking corpse?
A resolute glint flashed in Lu Zhanting's eyes.
I gambled.
He would trade his life for hers.
"Wanqing, don't be afraid."
He lowered his head and gently rubbed his blood-stained cheek against his wife's cold forehead, his voice more tender than he had ever spoken in his life.
"I'm here."
He placed his bleeding right hand on her forehead.
Close your eyes and use your willpower to unleash the power in your blood.
Too slow.
Her life slipped away too quickly; there wasn't enough time!
Lu Zhanting suddenly opened his eyes.
He looked at Su Wanqing's pale, bloodless lips, and a more insane thought completely took over his mind.
He lowered his head.
The movements were almost pious.
He gently kissed her lips.
His mouth was filled with blood that tasted of rust.
He pried open her cold, tightly closed teeth and pressed his lips tightly against hers.
He poured his blood, his breath, and all his remaining life force into her mouth without reservation.
"Live on..."
"Su Wanqing, live on..."
"Live for me..."
With his last ounce of strength, he whispered a soft murmur at her lips.
This is not a kiss.
This was a sacrifice that came at the cost of lives.
He gave everything he had to the woman he loved.
A faint warmth flowed down Su Wan-qing's icy throat and slowly seeped into her limbs and bones.
That's not just the temperature of the blood.
It was a pure, domineering, and masculine energy brimming with burning vitality.
This force, like a divine weapon descending from the heavens, precisely struck her collapsing and chaotic soul space.
The cold, chaotic power encountered this extremely yang and strong power, just as ice and snow met the blazing sun.
The excruciating pain that tore at my soul began to lessen.
The chill that had frozen my body was gradually dispelled.
The space, on the verge of collapse, stopped collapsing, and the jagged cracks even showed signs of slowly healing.
Her consciousness was gradually pulled back from the endless abyss of darkness.
Life is returning.
At the same time, she also clearly felt that the man holding her was losing his life at an alarming rate.
That burning hot chest is getting cold.
Those strong arms are now loosening.
That steady heartbeat is becoming slow and weak...
Until...
disappear.
No!
don't want!
Su Wanqing let out a silent cry in her heart. With the last bit of strength she had regained, she suddenly opened her eyes!
You can't see anything in the dark.
But she could clearly feel that the man who had been supporting her was going limp and collapsing helplessly to the side.
The last bit of warmth that entered her mouth also disappeared.
"Zhan...Ting..."
She opened her mouth, but only managed to utter a single broken syllable.
She struggled to reach out, trying to grab him and hug him.
My fingertips touched only a cold void.
Lu Zhanting's body had already slid off her side and silently collapsed into the cold mud.
There was no more breathing.
There was no more heartbeat.
A chill and panic a thousand times greater than when her soul was torn apart instantly gripped Su Wanqing's heart.
He traded his life for hers.
Now, she is alive.
He died.
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