"Puff." Qianye Ying'er suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Her entire body instantly teetered like a kite with its string cut, completely devoid of any fighting power. Her face was as pale as paper, her breath was weak, but she still used up her last bit of strength and struggled to squeeze out three words from between her teeth: "You... run... away..."
At this moment, Qianye Ying'er didn't have time to think too much. There was only one thought in her mind, which was to save Xia Qingyue no matter what. She owed Xia Qingyue this.
"..." Xia Qingyue was struck by lightning, and froze in place for a moment. The entire world seemed to freeze in that moment, with only the sound of her rapid heartbeat pounding in her ears. Her eyes widened, filled with astonishment and confusion. Her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
She stretched out her arms, almost trembling, and hugged Qianye Ying'er tightly. She knew very well that in her current condition, it would be a fantasy to escape from this encirclement with the seriously injured Qianye Ying'er.
But how could she possibly watch Qianye Ying'er suffer inhumane torture at the hands of the enemy here just to save her, and then escape alone... If that were the case, she would spend the rest of her life tormented by endless self-blame and guilt, never to find peace.
Xia Qingyue slowly set Qianye Ying'er down. Her eyes stared coldly ahead, burning with anger and unwillingness. She had experienced countless battles and hardships in her life, but rarely had she found herself in such a state of disarray. In the past, even when she was injured, it was only after a fierce battle with an opponent of a similar level of cultivation, resulting in a horrific sight.
But today, she was completely crushed by the enemy, with almost no power left to resist. This deep sense of powerlessness made her feel incomparable pain and anger.
A flicker of determination flashed across Xia Qingyue's eyes, and the blood essence within her body began to slowly burn. This was the blood essence of a True God. Though her cultivation realm was now sealed, the power contained within remained as immense and boundless. At this moment, she chose to burn her own life, bidding a final farewell to this cruel world in this most decisive way, while also making her enemies pay a heavy price for their actions.
A sneer of contempt curled across the lips of the four people, Shen Wu Kuang Dao, their eyes filled with pride and greed as they slowly approached Xia Qingyue step by step. Their minds were already beginning to envision the "beautiful" scene that was about to unfold.
However, the next moment, the smiles on their faces froze, and their pupils dilated uncontrollably, as if they had seen the most terrifying scene in the world, their expressions filled with horror.
"Mist...Mist...Mist Emperor!" Shen Wu Kuang Dao's eyes widened, his voice trembling with extreme shock. He was well aware that Mist Emperor Yun Che and Eternal Night Divine Lord Xia Qingyue had a special relationship, but even so, he had never imagined that at this last moment, Mist Emperor Yun Che would appear before them like a divine weapon descending from the sky.
Yun Che's gaze swept across Qianye Ying'er and Xia Qingyue. He lowered his head and fell into a moment of silence. At this moment, his heart was being tormented by endless waves of anger. His pupils gradually became stained with a strong blood-red color, a symbol of extreme anger, as if burning with a raging fire of hatred.
Finally, Yun Che slowly raised his eyes. A terrifying aura from the depths of hell surged forth, like a demon emerging from the world, shaking the surrounding space. An invisible yet intense, almost tangible murderous aura, centered around him, instantly enveloped Shen Wu Kuang Dao and the other three. The surrounding air seemed to freeze in its grip, crackling. Even the light distorted under this terrifying force, shrouding the entire space in an oppressive and terrifying atmosphere.
The Heaven-Smiting Devil-Slaying Sword quietly emerged from Yun Che's hand, its blade gleaming with a chilling cold light. Without any flashy displays of skill, without the slightest unnecessary movement, Yun Che simply swung the sword in his hand, sending streams of crimson sword light swiftly lashing out like lightning. Wherever the sword light passed, the air seemed to rip apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound. In an instant, the entire battlefield was dyed red by the piercing crimson light, and even more so, awash in blood.
Before Shen Wu Kuang Dao and the other three could even react, before the expressions of terror on their faces changed, they were completely crushed by the terrifying sword light, turning into dust. Not a single bone remained, leaving only a dead silence and Yun Che's cold and angry figure.
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