"Is... this really the end?"
Bai Ying clenched her teeth tightly, and streaks of bright red blood seeped from between them. Her vision began to blur, and her ears were ringing.
The spiritual energy in his dantian had long been depleted, and each breath felt like swallowing razor blades that tore at his shattered meridians.
No!
The thought struck like a thunderbolt.
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, the sharp pain barely keeping her conscious.
Fragments of memory pierced my mind like sharp blades.
The cold glint of the dagger piercing his dantian when he was betrayed by his fellow disciples in his past life; the indifferent gazes of those people when his golden core was forcibly ripped out; the bone-chilling despair and hatred he felt while struggling alone in a pool of blood...
The radiant smile on Wang Miaomiao's face when she rushed into his arms; the warmth of Master Xuanyuan's palm as he gently stroked her hair; the way Murong Jin risked his life to help her break the formation.
These images kept alternating and overlapping...
"boom!"
Another wave of death energy slammed into her chest, and the blood that Bai Ying spat out turned into black mist in mid-air.
Her vision began to blur, and all she could hear was the faint sound of her own heartbeat.
Is this the end?
Those wounds licked alone in the cold night...
Those days when I risked my life fighting monsters for a single medicinal herb...
Those ones......
"White Firefly—!"
Wang Miaomiao's heart-wrenching screams pierced through the black barrier. The girl's fingers were a bloody mess, yet she still frantically pounded on the seemingly indestructible barrier.
Behind her, Xuan Yuan Chen had burned his life essence to its limit, his gray hair turning snow-white at a visible speed; Murong Jin, leaning on his broken sword, crawled forward inching his way; the elders of the Lingxiao Sect were all bleeding from their seven orifices, yet they still attacked the black-clad figure relentlessly...
How could this be...?
How could we let these people...
I'll just stay here and die with you!
A hoarse gasp escaped Bai Ying's throat, and several rips suddenly appeared in her blood-stained sleeves.
The Kongtong Seal groaned in agony before her, its weight unbearable, and her meridians shattered inch by inch.
But Bai Ying's eyes shone with a terrifying light, as if a dying person had grasped at the last straw, frantically urging the remaining spiritual power within her body.
Bai Ying, clinging to her last shred of clarity, activated all the magical artifacts she could use—the Kongtong Seal, dragon scales, various jade pendants… she summoned everything she could!
At this moment, all the objects shone with an extraordinary brilliance, making the girl's blood-stained figure appear like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
She must lead the Lingxiao Sect to survive!
However, at this very moment, a sudden change occurred—
The jade pendant she casually picked up emitted a thirsty buzzing sound the moment it touched the black death aura.
A deep red light suddenly surged from the spiderweb-like cracks on the surface of the jade pendant. The deadly death energy that was enough to corrode cultivators in the Integration stage was now like ice and snow encountering raging fire, being frantically devoured and melted away.
"This is..." Bai Ying's pupils shrank sharply, "An erosion jade pendant. It can absorb this death energy! This death energy is actually a tonic for it!"
Bai Ying's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately seized this critical chance for survival! With one hand, she frantically absorbed the death energy with the corrosive jade pendant, while with the other hand, she activated the repair jade pendant, desperately trying to mend her broken body.
At the same time, a faint "click" sound suddenly came from underfoot.
Her gaze was fixed intently on her feet—
It's that crack in the array that we discovered earlier!
Now is the best time to break through it.
As long as she can break through this place, she can use the teleportation array to let everyone from the Lingxiao Sect leave!
"Zheng—!"
Without hesitation, Bai Ying drew her sword, poured all her power into its blade, and slashed fiercely at the crack!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The sword light was like a rainbow, and every strike was made with all one's might!
Ancestor Huayang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with contempt and mockery. He watched the constant vibrations emanating from the dark, ghostly aura barrier, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"Overestimating yourself!" He sneered, his voice as icy as ice. "A mere ant dares to dream of breaking through my Netherworld Death Qi Barrier? This barrier is forged using ancient secret techniques. Even a cultivator in the Void Refinement stage trapped inside will only face certain death! The harder you struggle, the more painful your death will be!"
However, he didn't know that Bai Ying had no intention of breaking through the entire Netherworld Death Qi Barrier!
Her goal, from beginning to end, was only that tiny crack in the array!
As long as she tears open this rift, even for just a moment, she can send everyone from the Lingxiao Sect out!
"Again...one more time!"
Blood trickled from Bai Ying's lips, but her eyes gleamed with a crazed light. Without hesitation, she drew energy from the raging jade pendant, her spiritual power instantly boiling, her meridians nearly bursting, but she ignored it all, concentrating all her power into the sword's edge—
"Phantom Flower Void-Piercing Slash—!!"
boom--!
The sword light was like a rainbow, and it slashed fiercely at the crack with the force to destroy mountains and split seas!
However, the crack only trembled violently, but did not completely split open!
"Not enough...not enough!"
Bai Ying coughed up a mouthful of blood, but did not stop. She once again channeled her spiritual power and slashed down with her sword!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sword energy raged wildly inside the shield, causing the entire space to tremble, yet the crack stubbornly remained intact.
Upon seeing this, Patriarch Huayang couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"You've really tried hard! But unfortunately, all your efforts are in vain!" He shook his head sarcastically. "The deathly aura of the netherworld will slowly erode your flesh and blood, devour your soul, and in the end, you will only turn into a skeleton!"
He turned to look at Ruan Xinrou beside him, a cruel smile flashing in his eyes.
"However, out of respect for you, I will spare her life."
Upon hearing this, Ruan Xinrou's eyes flashed with malice, and she couldn't help but burst into shrill laughter.
"Hahaha! Bai Ying, you've finally met your match!" She laughed twistedly. "Once you become a living dead, I'll make you kneel at my feet and be my lowest servant!"
The Lingxiao Sect members were pale-faced, their eyes filled with despair.
They attacked the Netherworld Death Aura Barrier with all their might, but all their spells and sword energy were like mud oxen sinking into the sea, unable to even stir up a ripple.
"Junior Sister Bai..." someone's voice trembled, and their eyes were red.
They could only watch helplessly as the blood-stained figure was slowly swallowed up by the deathly aura, until—
Within the Netherworld Death Aura Barrier, no further movement was heard.
“It’s over…” someone murmured, their voice filled with sorrow.
Hua Yang Patriarch nodded in satisfaction, waved his sleeve, and sneered, "It seems she is completely crippled."
He looked at Ruan Xinrou, "I will turn her into a puppet and make her kneel at your feet forever!"
Ruan Xinrou trembled with excitement, her eyes filled with twisted pleasure.
Yan Chiling's heart clenched suddenly, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand. His breath caught in his throat, his vision blurred, and he staggered back half a step.
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