"You ants, all of you must die!"

At this moment, the Golden Armored Beast King let out a deafening roar.

The beast's eyes, filled with dense bloodshot, looked like two blazing blood-red suns.

Filled with murderous intent and madness, it was like surging lava, hot and terrifying.

The light deep in the pupils seemed to condense the despair and fear of countless lives, which was chilling.

The feeling of being on the verge of life and death just now was undoubtedly a nightmare experience for this proud and powerful Beast King.

The unforgettable humiliation is enough to make him remember it for a lifetime, and it is also a painful memory that he will never forget.

The dignified Beast King was pushed to the brink of life and death by a mere ant of eighth-grade cultivation. The despair of almost dying filled His heart with endless anger and hatred.

If I weren't in this special environment at this moment.

If there weren't other beast gods watching over him from behind, he would need to keep living.

I'm afraid that just now, I would have been defeated by that seemingly insignificant eighth-grade ant.

He completely killed him with a shocking blow, which became a stepping stone for him to become famous.

Such humiliation and hatred made the murderous intent in the Golden Armored Beast King surge like a tide, and he was determined to kill all the enemies in front of him.

Regardless of size, strength or weakness, he crushed them all to wash away the humiliation of having been on the verge of death and to restore his supreme dignity as the King of Beasts.

On the other side, after seeing this scene, Su Die's eyes gradually became blurred like the shattered stars.

A hint of despair quietly spread across that face, which was now weathered and full of traces of time.

He weakly clenched his no longer young hands, and pain and unwillingness flickered in his dry eyes.

"That beast is not dead?"

At this moment, the voice that came out of Su Die's throat was hoarse and low, like a sigh dug out from the depths of her heart.

This fact, which should have been good news, was like the heaviest shackles at this moment, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

"Really... Damn it! Is this where my pursuit ends?"

A weak voice was whispering, and every word carried endless regret and loss.

Looking up slightly, it seems as if you can see the distant unreachable horizon, where Lin Pingan's cold and indifferent face seems to still remain, and his figure is also looming in the mist of time.

Scenes of memories related to him began to flash rapidly in Su Die's mind, as if controlled by an invisible hand.

Like the reel of an old movie, frame by frame.

Those experiences we once shared, those fragments of memories of laughter or tears.

At this moment, everyone is telling a cruel fact.

From beginning to end, she failed to catch up with Lin Ping'an.

The feeling of powerlessness was like ice piercing her bones, making Su Die heartbroken.

Now, we have to stop here on the journey.

"Sometimes, you really can't encounter something too dazzling in life..."

At the very end, Su Die murmured to herself, her words filled with bitter understanding.

That brilliant figure not only illuminated her world, but also mercilessly reflected her own insignificance and powerlessness.

However, even so, she still refused to give up, because that was the dream and hope she had been pursuing all her life.

She hoped that one day, she could stand beside him, or even behind him.

Next to him, Qin Yu's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with endless sorrow and helplessness.

The voice was shouting between hoarseness and trembling, it was a cry from the depths of the soul.

"Xiao Die'er... Xiao Die'er... You can't give up. I beg you, you must hold on. Don't, don't fall asleep just like that..."

Qin Yu tightly held the gradually cooling hand, as if he wanted to transfer all his vitality to her.

However, Su Die's face became paler and paler.

His once lively eyes had now lost their luster, and only his faint breathing proved that he was still alive.

The flame of life flickers in the body, like a candle in the wind, which may go out at any time.

Qin Yu could clearly feel that Su Die's life breath was fading at a despairing speed.

The irreversible passage of time is like the last ray of warm sunshine on a winter night disappearing into the horizon.

It is also like a blooming flower that quickly withers in the severe cold.

The air around seemed to be frozen by this heavy sadness.

Every grain of dust carries heavily the pain of separation between life and death.

At this moment, Qin Yu's tears slid silently and dripped on Su Die's face, but could not awaken the light of life that was about to disappear.

At this moment, time seemed to stop flowing, leaving only Qin Yu's heart-wrenching call and Su Die's gradually weakening breathing.

In this cruel yet real moment, everything is interwoven into a mournful elegy of fate.

The heavenly-level martial arts "Seven Demon Slashes Against Heaven" is undoubtedly a peerless martial art with astonishing power.

Once used, it can even instantly increase one's combat power by 128 times.

Its power is enough to overturn the universe and change the heaven and earth.

However, the price paid behind this incredible power is equally staggering.

Every strike of the "Seven Demonic Slashes Against Heaven" will cause immeasurable damage to the practitioner's body and burn a large amount of vitality, that is, lifespan.

If a practitioner possesses endless life force and eternal life.

Then, this loss may still be bearable.

But the reality is cruel and cold.

For a long time, the lifespan of human beings has been like a bright but short-lived meteor.

Even if one has reached the peak of the eighth rank, his lifespan is only a few hundred years, fleeting like morning dew.

If Su Die successfully breaks through to the ninth level and her life span is extended by a thousand years, she can barely hold on.

However, at this moment, fate seemed to play a cruel joke on her.

Although there is only one step away from the ninth level.

But now he is like a candle in the wind, his oil has run out, he is exhausted both physically and mentally, and he is simply unable to take another step to challenge the threshold of life and death.

On Su Die's pale face, her eyes, which were once as bright as stars, were now covered with a thin layer of haze.

The vitality that is about to be exhausted in the body is like the last grain of sand in an hourglass, silently telling of helplessness and struggle.

Not far away, Song Changkong took the initiative to stand up, mentally prepared to die in battle.

On the other side, Lin Ping'an, who was far away in the Da Xia human realm, had a hint of hostility in his eyes.

"Humph! Those damned beasts! If they lose, they lose. If they die, they die!"

"Stand at attention when admitting mistakes, and stand firm when being beaten."

"How dare you do such a shameful thing right under my nose?"

"Do you really think that I, Lin Ping'an, am dead?"

Originally, he was going to continue to observe quietly to see if Su Die could break through and then stand up again.

Now, the plans have been completely disrupted by the beast gods' operations of remotely transmitting their vitality.