She opened her eyes in shock—Felsa had gone berserk!
This was the last glimmer of light in his mournful lament. Beneath his black eyepatch, two streams of bloody tears flowed.
The aurora and green light collide.
...
3. Philsa, still breathing, awoke. He was unable to move. He found himself half-lying beside a tree trunk, his body wrapped in bandages.
Everything was icy cold before him, and he still couldn't see anything. His blindfold had been burned away by the aurora during his rampage. His clothes were also in tatters.
Jielu fell asleep wearily against her chest, her arms tightly wrapped around her waist. Fortunately, she was unharmed and her breathing was steady.
What exactly happened...? Philsa had a headache and didn't want to think about it.
He was about to fight the leader of the Midnight Slayers when Sherry, who had just awakened, arrived and turned the tide of the battle, allowing him to win.
Later, Sherry attacked him. To protect his companions, he unleashed his demonic power, but was ultimately no match for Sherry at her peak. He lost consciousness before the devastating wind blades struck.
This is the end of this trip—a tragic end.
"Mr. Felsa, you've finally woken up!" He heard the voice of Yug's disciple, Qi. At the same time, the glistening fabric on his chest stirred.
Philsa moved his lips with difficulty.
His first question was: "Have you ever seen... a person surrounded by a wind curtain?"
"That monster... flew north. Then I saw you two lying on the ground, badly injured. There were corpses and blood everywhere." Qi's voice trembled.
Anyone else would have been just as horrified by the scene, which was comparable to a blood dance under a full moon.
The feeling of being called a monster by others made him very uncomfortable. But then he remembered that the monster wasn't Sherry, but Priscilla.
So it seems... she didn't kill herself and Jelu.
Why? What could be the reason? If it were Sulli, she might have simply been soft-hearted;
However, it's impossible for Priscilla, absolutely impossible. She's a cruel demon who doesn't even blink when she's killed millions of people, and even takes pleasure in it.
At this moment, Jelu woke up and, seeing that Philsa was still awake, couldn't help but sob softly.
Earlier, after waking up, Qi found the altar empty. She then planned to leave, but the pain in her lower abdomen reminded her of the attack she had suffered.
After quickly bandaging her wounds, she left the cave and rushed outside, only to find that the sky above Amethyst had become extremely dark.
She eventually arrived at the blood-soaked battlefield, found the two survivors, and carefully treated their wounds.
"Felsa, Shirley...where is she?"
"It's too late to come back...it's too late to come back."
Jielu wept in his arms. Qi was also moved and felt saddened, so he comforted the two of them.
Philsa didn't listen to a word she said.
He was constantly thinking about the same thing—
Northward... Priscilla flew northward, towards her destination.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
