"Please, I'll die. If I die, you won't live either!" At this moment, Wenrou raised her head to face the sky, leaving only a hideous face that was not yet eroded by blood bubbles.
He gritted his teeth, trying to struggle in his death throes, speaking as blood blistered from the corner of his mouth, each word more difficult than the last.
Seeing that time was running out, Wen Long was eager to persuade Zhuo Yue. He was confident that he could make a comeback if Zhuo Yue relaxed even slightly.
"Stop daydreaming. You've tormented me like this, and today I'm going to take you down with me." Having long been accustomed to the pain all over his body, despite his physical and mental exhaustion, Zhuo Yue's tone was firm.
"As long as you let me go, everything can change. We can share the country and wealth. Whatever you want, I will give you. From now on, we will be brothers..." With only his mouth and nose still outside, Wen Long's pleading voice was barely audible.
Zhuoyue scoffed at him and had no intention of paying him any more attention.
"Spirit Lord, I'm sorry, I'm so incompetent. I almost hurt you first. Fortunately, you made me come to my senses in time!" As his body spun, Zhuoyue's voice grew softer.
A red light flashed before my eyes, spinning faster and faster, making it impossible to see the two of them clearly, or to tell who was who...
The matter was urgent and could not be delayed. Mo Tian raised his hands, activated his spiritual light, and was about to lend a helping hand to Zhuo Yue...
"No, Spirit Master, it's no use," Zhuoyue's aura grew even heavier as he sensed Mo Tian's actions.
"My lord!" Mo Tian refused to give up, raising his hand. Two beams of blue light gathered at his fingertips. Seeing this, Wan'er also activated her spiritual power...
"Spirit Lord, listen to me. The Demon King has already captured Zhuoyue's soul. Zhuoyue is now a wandering ghost, merely a catalyst for the Illusion Demon. Zhuoyue is deeply poisoned. Only through sheer willpower has he regained thirty percent of his consciousness. This is what they call 'good and evil will eventually be rewarded.' The Demon King has shot himself in the foot. He tramples on the blood and bones of countless spirits, making him the enemy of tens of thousands of vengeful spirits. Every blood blister on my body represents a vengeful spirit. Millions upon millions of vengeful spirits will not let him go, including me. Zhuoyue is gone. I only ask that you take good care of my daughter and wife, and tell them that Zhuoyue has never betrayed the spirit race or the Spirit King..."
These words were sincere and deeply moving, and Mo Tian could only shed tears and nod repeatedly.
Zhuoyue's voice grew fainter and fainter, his body became increasingly distorted, and finally, his mouth could no longer open to speak; everything was already irreversible...
Mo Tian felt heavy-hearted and ultimately took two steps back.
"Crackling and popping!" With a series of explosive sounds, sparks burst forth in the air and on the ground. The red light in front of us was overwhelming, and a stream of blood poured down from the sky, landing on the ground. The pool of blood, about the size of a foot basin, still emitted a foul odor...
Besides that, there was nothing else, and the surroundings became quiet...
"My lord, Lord Zhuoyue!" Mo Tian's knees buckled, and he knelt before the blood pit, bursting into tears...
Not knowing how to comfort Mo Tian, Wan'er simply placed one of her hands gently on Mo Tian's shoulder...
"Look!" Suddenly, Wan'er pulled Mo Tian up, pointing her right finger at the blood pit in front of them.
"Glug glug!" Blood bubbles rose from the blood pit...
A ripple, starting shallow and gradually deepening, began to rotate towards the center. As the speed increased, the color of the blood gradually lightened, and the stench of blood also gradually faded...
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