Diefang led a group of elves into the territory of the Imperial Clan...
There was no one there, no sign of any living being.
As they ventured deeper, they were met with a landscape filled with the corpses of elven girls.
The general's divine sense swept across the palace... and he saw familiar faces around the throne.
Her blonde hair was streaked with blood, and her once beautiful face now made one's stomach churn.
She never expected that the Elf King... would actually do such a thing.
Are you sad...?
Should I be sad...?
After all, it was her own child who died; she should be grieving...
But she only felt an emptiness in her heart, as if a piece was missing, and the world seemed to blur before her.
When the elves stepped into the hall and saw the utterly ruined throne, every one of them trembled involuntarily.
At this moment, they finally understood...
Why would Bai Chen request the Great Judgment to descend? Such a thing happening before his eyes—this was no longer the Elven race, but clearly a purgatory on earth.
Some of these innocent beings never even saw the sunlight outside the palace from birth to death.
Those bloodied heads seemed to be mourning for all the elves.
Diefang merely glanced inside the palace from outside...
She did not choose to step inside; the cruel purgatory terrified her.
Does having enough power really give you the right to do whatever you want to the weak?
She fell silent.
Not only Diefang, but also Wenxin and others were like this.
They all fell into an unusual silence...
Diefang and the others left the great hall that resembled a purgatory.
The emotional bond between the four of them had reached its lowest point.
They were all young girls in the prime of their lives; they should have been enjoying the bright sunshine, not living in that filthy underground place.
They should be showing happy smiles, not those numb and empty expressions they have now.
They should grow up healthy and happy, not have a vibrant life frozen in that tragic moment.
Diefang's heart was filled with sorrow.
Just then... it seemed that an argument was taking place inside the palace.
In the end, Diefang and the other three couldn't help but turn back to look into the main hall.
I was stunned at first glance.
Some elves were in tears, for they spotted their loved ones among the dozens of heads at a glance.
They trembled as they held the body in their arms, their bodies stained with blood.
Tears mingled with blood.
Their cries echoed throughout the entire palace.
The general held her daughter's body in his arms, his eyes filled with sorrow, but he did not cry.
But it was she who caused the panic.
She held her daughter's corpse in her arms, and the flames of her soul began to ignite, engulfing her entire being, along with the corpse in her arms, in a sea of fire.
She didn't say a word, and didn't even shed a single tear.
But she went too far; she ended her own sordid life with her own hands.
Perhaps for her... it was too late, salvation... came too late.
Is she unable to cry because she's cried enough? Has she run out of tears? Or is she just tired?
She didn't know.
In the end, she... gave up on a fresh start, and her life ended at that moment.
Her actions provoked some elves.
They all stared in her direction in shock.
The next moment, another fire suddenly ignited.
One clump after another.
The elves who were holding the corpses stopped crying, as if they had all made up their minds... Their flames finally merged into one.
The vast throne...until it was swallowed up by the flames of their souls.
It began to burn, until... everything was consumed.
There are many ways to die and disappear, but they chose only the flames that consumed their souls.
It was as if they hoped... that the flames could take away the filth of their lives.
Diefang fell silent.
They... all chose to leave in this way.
Even the two elves that Xiao Hei had mentioned earlier now willingly threw themselves into the embrace of their sea of soul fire.
So... they had no ties, no one to save them, and even though they didn't fight the enemy, they died by their own hand.
At that moment, Diefang felt the power of fate.
Even the unrelated elves bowed their heads in silent mourning upon witnessing this scene.
Their souls burned ever brighter, the flames growing ever larger.
It seemed... that the entire palace would be reduced to endless ashes.
Diefang and the other elves left the palace.
They began gathering supplies...
Diefang and the other three silently followed them as they searched for supplies.
They all fell into a deathly silence.
An unavoidable silence.
Is it tragic?
This is not a heroic death, but rather... a departure without any hope or attachment to this world.
Suddenly, Diefang and the other three were drawn to the sound of a cry of surprise.
"Come quick, come quick! There are so many elf girls down here! Come quick, they're not dead yet!"
"Quick, elf, lend a hand, hurry and save them!"
"Take out all the food and water you have with you, you must help them survive!"
Upon hearing this, Diefang and the other three quickly looked over.
The area scanned by divine sense was a vast, dark underground world where day and night were indistinguishable. The ray of sunlight shining through the gap in the ground where they were discovered seemed to be the most dazzling color in the entire place.
The area scanned by divine sense contained nearly a hundred iron cages.
The iron cage was covered in reddish rust.
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