There was a loud bang, and Liu Yansong fell heavily not far from the formation.
He struggled to get up from the ground, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his face as pale as paper.
When he saw the formation gradually dim, his heart trembled, his pupils dilated sharply, and his eyes were bloodshot. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "No!"
Meanwhile, Liu Wenrui, on the other side, was following the elders into the tower. When he keenly noticed that Liu Yansong's formation had failed, he couldn't help but curse inwardly, "What a useless piece of shit!"
Immediately afterwards, Liu Wenrui looked at the ring and recited a mantra viciously, and the next second the space in the ring was completely isolated from the outside world.
Even though there was a close connection between Liu Yansong and Xue Yun through blood formation, it was like being cut off by a sharp sword, and the connection was completely lost.
Liu Wenrui communicated with Xue Yun in the ring, "It looks like Liu Yansong has failed, so I'm going to punish him. Xue Yun, do you think he'll collapse after he can't sense your presence?"
Liu Wenrui did not kill Xue Yun, but just cut off the connection between the ring space and the outside world. After all, he still relied on Xue Yun to avoid the system's suspicion.
But Liu Yansong didn't care, so after talking to Xue Yun, Liu Wenrui ignored Xue Yun's pleas and continued to follow the elders deeper into the cave.
As for Liu Yansong, when the formation finally failed, an unprecedented fear instantly enveloped him.
Because he suddenly could no longer feel any breath of his son, which also meant that his son was no longer in this world.
He finally accepted everything, licked his pain alone, and wanted to live a simple life, but someone told him that his son was still alive.
But why after giving hope, we have to feel despair again?
He had nothing left. He couldn't even save his son. He couldn't save anyone.
At that moment, the last vestiges of Liu Yansong's will to live vanished without a trace. If he could turn back time, he would have preferred to have died eighteen years earlier than endure the agony of this life worse than death.
Liu Yansong struggled to support his wounded body and slowly sat down on the cold, hard ground.
He used up his last bit of strength, turned his head, and stared deeply in the direction where Xiu Qiyan lived.
Immediately afterwards, Liu Yansong raised his trembling hand, and a dazzling white light suddenly flashed. In the blink of an eye, a spiritual sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Just when Xie Qi was concentrating on guarding against a possible attack from Liu Yansong, Liu Yansong raised his magic sword without hesitation and pretended to slash it towards his neck.
Seeing this, Xie Qi's eyes widened suddenly. Almost instinctively, he flashed and quickly appeared beside Liu Yansong.
Just when the magic sword was about to touch Liu Yansong's neck, Xie Qi decisively stretched out his hands and tightly grasped the extremely sharp blade.
In an instant, scarlet blood gushed out from Xie Qi's fingers that were cut by the sword, and dripped down the sword body bit by bit, gathering on the ground into a shocking pool of blood.
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