Chapter 1193 Dependence
The body of the pot vibrated violently, as if it would break at any moment, and the dim light became flickering, obviously bearing unimaginable pressure.
The purple light of the Sun-Devouring Cauldron transformed into countless sharp arrows of light, accurately intercepting the tiny tentacles that attempted to bypass the Moon-Devouring Cauldron's defenses.
Liuli's figure was looming in the chaotic jade light. He formed seals with his hands and used all his strength to guide the laws of heaven that Luoli had invoked, making them more condensed and accurate in bombarding the target.
However, the counterattack of the demon's resentment was too terrifying, and several black tentacles that condensed its core power broke through the numerous interceptions, carrying the chill of annihilating the soul, and pierced Luo Li's eyebrows fiercely.
A critical moment!
There was no fear in Luo Li's eyes, only cold determination.
She maintained the posture of invoking the laws of heaven, but the Xuan Yue Sword flew up on its own under the control of her will.
The sword body instantly burst out with a chaotic sword light of a hundred feet, like a giant blade that split the world apart. With the will to burn everything together, it slashed towards those deadly black tentacles.
The sword light collided with the tentacles, causing a sharp tearing sound.
The power of chaos and the devil's resentment collided wildly, the Xuan Yue Sword let out a mournful cry, a crack instantly appeared on the sword, and its spiritual light dimmed.
But in the end, he blocked the most deadly attacks.
In this moment of stalemate and sacrifice, the divine light of heaven finally fell completely.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an absolute, silent purification.
The light was like the purest flame, gently yet irresistibly enveloping the core of the demon's resentment.
A scream that went beyond pain, filled with endless unwillingness and eternal curse, seemed to come from the end of time, and then stopped abruptly in an instant.
The dark core that was constantly collapsing and expanding, emitting the breath of end and decay, was like solid ice thrown into the scorching sun. Under the illumination of the divine light of heaven, it twisted violently!
The resentful black smoke that made up its body, which condensed the demonic energy of eternity, seemed to have met its nemesis. It made a sizzling sound, quickly became thin and transparent, and finally turned into wisps of green smoke, completely dissipating in the sacred light.
The vortex of gathered demonic energy collapsed and fled in all directions.
The suffocating ancient and corrupt pressure quickly receded like the tide.
The vibration of the stone forest subsided, leaving only the lingering sound of rubble rolling down.
The crack in the sky slowly closed, and the divine light of the Heavenly Dao also disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
But the remaining pure and majestic aura still cleansed the area, dispelling most of the sticky demonic energy.
Dead silence once again enveloped the stone forest.
This time, the dead silence was no longer suppressed despair, but a kind of emptiness and weakness after surviving a disaster.
thump!
Luo Li could no longer hold on and knelt heavily on one knee. The Xuan Yue Sword flew out of her hand and stuck diagonally into the ground not far away. There were several cracks on the sword body and its spirituality was almost gone.
Her face was as pale as paper, she was gasping for breath, every meridian in her body felt as if torn apart, and her soul was filled with dizziness and exhaustion.
Forcibly mobilizing such a powerful law of heaven to fight against the resentment of the demon god almost drained her of everything, and even the light of the Chaos Jade became extremely weak.
"Ali!" Di Xuanming's anxious voice rang out. Luo Li thought and released him from the Chaos Jade.
As soon as Di Xuanming landed on the ground, the wound on his back broke open again due to the violent movement, and blood gushed out.
But he ignored it all, staggered to Luo Li, held her up and let her lean on his arms.
His complexion was not much better than Luo Li's. Excessive blood loss and the erosion of demonic energy made him dying, but the worry in his eyes was almost overflowing.
"Where are you hurt?!" Di Xuanming's voice was trembling, which he himself did not notice. His fingers carefully brushed away the hair of Luo Li that was soaked with sweat and stuck to her forehead. It felt cold to the touch.
Luo Li leaned in his arms, too exhausted to even move a finger. She just pulled the corners of her mouth weakly: "I won't die, I'm just... a little tired."
She struggled to lift her eyelids and looked at the hideous wound on Di Xuanming's back and his pale face, her brows furrowed. "You...your injury..."
"Leave me alone!" Di Xuanming growled, filled with the fear of surviving a catastrophe and suppressed anger. "Who told you to throw me in?! Who told you to carry it all by yourself?! Are you trying to kill yourself?!"
Luo Li looked at his eyes which seemed a little fierce due to anger and worry. Instead of being afraid, she felt warm in her heart.
She raised her hand with difficulty and gently poked his tightly pursed, bloodless lips. Although her voice was weak, it carried a familiar arrogance that made him angry and helpless:
"Why are you so fierce? If I hadn't thrown you in, you would have been crushed by that resentment... You're just a burden, and you're still... trying to show off."
Di Xuanming was almost choked by her self-righteous attitude of "being the first to complain".
Looking at the weak yet stubborn figure in his arms, and thinking of her back as she resolutely stood in front of him, with divine might just now inciting him, all his anger and fear eventually turned into a heavy and helpless sigh, and even deeper heartache.
He tightened his arms and held Luo Li tighter in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood to protect her.
His chin rested on the top of her head, his voice was hoarse, with unquestionable dominance and a hint of imperceptible pleading:
"Next time... don't do this again. If we're going to die, we'll die together."
Luo Li leaned on his warm chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling the firmness of his embrace, and fatigue surged over her like a tide.
She was too lazy to argue with him and just uttered a vague "hmm". Her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.
Di Xuanming lowered his head and looked at the quiet profile of the person in his arms who was sleeping soundly due to exhaustion. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her pale skin.
The emotions surging in his eyes were complex and difficult to describe: heartache, self-blame, fear, and a great sense of relief at having regained what he had lost.
He carefully picked her up and held her sideways, his movements as gentle as if he was holding a rare treasure.
As his eyes swept across the devastated stone forest where the demonic energy was thin but still present, his gaze became cold and alert.
It is absolutely not a good place to stay for long.
The battle just now was too noisy, and whether it was magical beasts or other possible dangers, they could be attracted at any time.
He took a pill, endured the severe pain in his back and the weakness of his body, hugged Luo Li, and walked step by step towards the Xuan Yue Sword that was inserted diagonally into the ground.
After bending down to pick it up, he carefully put the sword into Luo Li's space ring.
Finally, he took a deep look at the place where the core of the demon's resentment dissipated. There was only a piece of open space left there that was "cleaner" than the surrounding area, as if it had been completely burned by the sacred fire.
Emperor Xuanming did not stay any longer. He held the sleeping Luo Li in his arms, mobilized the little strength left in his body, and transformed himself into a dim but determined stream of light. He rushed towards the outskirts of the endless desert with difficulty and speed.
The evil spirit followed him like a shadow, but it could no longer invade him as recklessly as before.
The shadows of the stone forest were still deep, but the scarlet demon eyes, along with the ancient and corrupted horror, had disappeared.
Only the faint breath of the laws of nature and the faint smell of blood lingering in the air silently told of the thrilling, almost miraculous battle of life and death that had just taken place.
One day later——
Di Xuanming held Luo Li in his arms, as if carrying the weight of the entire world, and found a huge sandstone depression that was relatively sheltered from the wind at the edge of the endless desert.
He carefully placed Luo Li on the dry sand, and sat down with his back against the cold rock, breathing heavily.
Every breath he took tugged at the wound on his back, so deep that the bone was visible and the edges were tinged with an ominous black aura. The severe pain was like a maggot in his tarsal bone, corroding his will.
The demonic energy has invaded too deeply, and the elixir cannot take effect instantly, it can only be suppressed.
He forced himself to cast a few simple defensive soul skills, the light was so dim that it almost blended into the night, but this was his limit.
After doing all this, his tense nerves relaxed a little, and the dizziness from excessive blood loss came over him like a tidal wave.
The medicinal power of the pill he took was struggling to fight against the evil energy that had invaded his body and repair the damaged spiritual veins, but it was a drop in the bucket.
The night was deep, and the cold desert wind was biting, blowing up fine sand and whimpering through the cracks in the rocks.
A cold, lonely moon hung high in the sky, stretching the figures of the two people obliquely and adding a bit of loneliness and desolation.
Di Xuanming's gaze never left Luo Li.
She was still unconscious, her face was pale and almost transparent, her long eyelashes cast fragile shadows under her eyelids, and her breathing was weak and disordered.
He carefully wiped away the dust on her forehead with his fingertips, his movements as light as touching fragile glass.
What surged in his heart was the relief of surviving the disaster, but also the overwhelming heartache and fear that she had to bear the devastating blow alone.
He had never hated his own powerlessness so much.
Time passed slowly in silence and pain.
An unknown amount of time had passed, perhaps when the moon was setting in the west. Di Xuanming was enduring the pain and trying to mobilize the remaining spiritual power to dispel the evil spirit in his body when a faint moan interrupted him.
"Hmm..." Luo Li's eyelashes trembled violently a few times, like a butterfly with broken wings.
Her brows were furrowed in pain, and her long eyelashes finally struggled to open a crack, revealing her eyes that had lost their former clear and cool brilliance like a cold pond, leaving only bottomless fatigue and weakness, like dust-covered stars.
Her gaze first focused blankly on the deep, star-studded desert night sky above her head, then slowly turned, with the dullness of someone just waking up, and finally fixed on Di Xuanming's handsome face, which was covered in blood, pale, but full of anxiety.
"...A Ming?" Her voice was so hoarse and weak that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the wind.
Every word seemed extremely difficult to utter.
"Ali!" Di Xuanming's voice instantly tensed, with an imperceptible tremor.
He immediately leaned over and wanted to help her up, but he was afraid of aggravating her injuries, so his movements seemed a little clumsy and nervous.
"Are you awake? How do you feel? Where does it hurt?" A series of questions came out urgently.
Luo Li didn't answer immediately, but blinked hard, trying to dispel the blurriness and dizziness in front of her eyes.
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