Chapter 98 Quickly Transmigrate! Conquer the Handsome Demon King (4)
I turned around suddenly, but all I saw was a pair of dark green eyes in the darkness, slowly approaching me like a monster from the abyss.
The green eyes were getting closer and closer, and I felt the breath of death lingering around me.
Every bone in my body was screaming in pain, and the feeling of my spiritual energy being drained away was like my life being sucked out.
I stumbled back, but hit a cold stone wall, with nowhere to go.
The strange sound deep in the devil's palace became clearer and clearer, like some ancient spell, echoing in my ears and disturbing my mind.
Demon One and Demon Two struggled to get up from the ground, with vicious smiles on their faces, and approached me step by step.
"Feng Ziang, your time of death has come!" Mo Yi's voice was hoarse and harsh, like a demon from hell.
I closed my eyes in despair, waiting for the final judgment.
However, the expected attack did not come.
I opened my eyes in confusion and saw that Demon One and Demon Two suddenly stopped and had expressions of fear on their faces.
They seemed to have seen something terrible, their bodies were trembling, and their eyes were staring behind me.
A cold breath came from behind me, stronger and more suffocating than before.
I slowly turned my head and saw a tall figure standing in the darkness. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could see a pair of scarlet eyes, like burning flames, emitting a chilling light.
"Who?" I used up my last bit of strength and made a weak sound.
The figure didn't answer, but slowly raised a hand and pointed at me.
A powerful force instantly enveloped me, and I felt my body floating as if it was about to fly.
"Stop!" A deep voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of anger.
The scarlet eyes looked towards the source of the sound, and a trace of fear flashed in them.
"You...it's actually you!"
I felt my body drifting uncontrollably towards that figure, and fear was overwhelming me like a tide.
The scarlet eyes were getting closer and closer, and I could even feel the hot breath on my face.
The shadow of death once again enveloped me. I closed my eyes in despair, waiting for the final judgment.
At this moment, I felt a faint beating coming from my dantian.
It was a familiar feeling that I had almost forgotten - spiritual power!
I was delighted and immediately concentrated my mind, feeling the weak fluctuation of spiritual power.
It is very small and weak, like a candle swaying in the wind, and it may go out at any time.
But I still held on to it like a lifeline.
The spiritual power wave guided me to a certain direction of the Demon Palace. There seemed to be a glimmer of life there.
"Want to escape?" Mo Yi's sharp voice shattered my hope.
He discovered my intention and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.
He waved the magic weapon in his hand, and a black light shot towards me.
I endured the severe pain, mobilized the last bit of spiritual power in my body, and avoided the attack.
The pain in my body made it almost impossible for me to breathe, but I couldn't give up. I had to seize this only chance of survival.
I stumbled forward in the direction of the spiritual energy fluctuations.
"Don't let him run away!" Demon Two also caught up with me, wielding the long whip in his hand as he attacked me with a whistling sound.
I gritted my teeth and barely dodged it.
The whip grazed my arm, leaving a bloody mark.
I felt my body getting weaker and weaker, and my spiritual power was almost exhausted.
But I can't fall down, I have to hold on.
Deep in the Demon Palace, the strange sound became clearer and clearer, as if it was urging me on, and also as if it was mocking my struggle.
My vision started to blur and my steps became heavier.
Just when I was about to collapse, I saw a ray of light ahead.
The light was very faint, but it was like a dazzling star, guiding me in the direction of progress.
"Quick! Catch him!" The voices of Demon One and Demon Two were getting closer.
I used up my last bit of strength and ran towards the light.
Just as I was about to reach it, a cold hand grabbed my shoulder.
"You can't run away." A cold voice rang in my ears.
It's neither Demon One nor Demon Two.
I turned my head with difficulty and saw a familiar face.
"Brother..."
My senior brother’s hands were icy cold, like the hands of a dead person.
My eyes widened in disbelief, and fragments of memory cut through my mind like sharp blades.
Senior brother, the one who always mocks me but always helps me in times of crisis...
Why is he here?
Shouldn't he be in the sect?
The cold hand tightened around me and I felt suffocated.
There was no expression on the brother's face, his eyes were empty, like a puppet.
He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and unfamiliar, "You... shouldn't have come here..."
I struggled hard, but I couldn't break free from his control.
Fear entangled me like a poisonous snake, devouring my last bit of hope.
The strange sound from the depths of the Demon Palace rang out again. This time, I understood what that sound was—it was the wailing of countless souls, the crying of despair.
"Brother...you..." I opened my mouth with difficulty, but I didn't know what to say.
My senior brother didn't answer, but dragged me deeper into the Demon Palace.
I saw a huge altar in front of me. It was engraved with strange runes and emitted a sickening smell of blood.
In the center of the altar, a black vortex slowly spun, like a gate to hell.
I understand everything.
Brother, he has been corroded by the evil spirit and has become a puppet of the devil.
And I am about to become a sacrifice, dedicated to that unknown evil existence.
"No..." I struggled desperately, but to no avail.
My senior brother pushed me toward the altar and his cold hands left my shoulders.
I collapsed powerlessly on the altar, feeling the breath of death approaching.
The black vortex spun faster and faster, as if it was going to swallow me up.
Just then, I felt a burning sensation in my chest.
I looked down and saw a jade pendant emitting a faint golden light.
This jade pendant was given to me by my master, who said it can protect me from harm.
The golden light grew brighter and brighter, dispelling the surrounding darkness.
The runes on the altar began to flicker and emit a piercing scream.
The black vortex also stopped spinning, as if it was suppressed by some force.
There was a flash of pain in the senior brother's eyes. He covered his chest and groaned in pain.
"Master..." I murmured to myself, with a glimmer of hope in my heart.
Golden light surrounded me and I felt my body filled with strength.
I stood up slowly and looked at my senior brother.
"Brother, it's never too late to turn back."
The senior brother struggled in pain, his eyes full of contradictions.
Suddenly, he raised his head sharply, a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and pointed at me...
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