Only by putting yourself in a desperate situation can you survive.
Since she has to die no matter what.
Let's take a gamble.
Song Tingwan was in excruciating pain all over her body. With difficulty, she turned her eyes, "...Trust me—"
Two words, spoken weakly and intermittently.
Song Siyao had the light in his hand, but his hands and feet were locked by demonic energy, and he couldn't even use it.
As her elder sister's breath grew weaker and weaker, her eyes turned bloodshot as she struggled desperately, her fighting spirit surging high, and she did not stop even when her meridians were broken.
It's evil.
She is determined to eliminate all evil in her lifetime.
His body exuded righteousness, and the spiritual energy wrapped in his fighting spirit was about to break through the shackles.
The demonic energy paused for a moment.
Then.
In an instant, they were mercilessly strangled by the power of destiny.
The merciless killing move, in the blink of an eye, shattered the two bodies, leaving them lifeless.
I didn't even feel any pain.
"Song Tingwan!"
"Little Mian'er!"
Shen Zhuochuan rushed away, only to have his dantian pierced by a demonic chain that attacked from behind.
Su Xi and the others were also entangled by the demonic chains that suddenly aroused murderous intent.
Only then did everyone realize that what Cang Jin had done before was nothing more than stalling them and toying with them.
At this moment, his killing intent was palpable, and every strike was aimed at his face, dantian, and spiritual platform, which truly reflected the methods of the Demon Lord.
A burst of green light suddenly erupted from the endlessly shrinking black mist that was being strangled.
Then, life returned from where the light fell, the demonic energy dissipated, and the cultivators who had been devoured by the demonic energy regained consciousness.
This includes the black-clad girl who was strangled to death by demonic energy.
As Song Siyao regained consciousness after losing consciousness, she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.
"Sister—"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed.
All that could be seen was her elder sister's figure, almost transparent, holding a golden elixir as she floated into the air.
The woman's face was calm, and a smile played on her lips as she watched countless lives be reborn.
Even the summit of Lianyun Palace was rebuilt from powder.
The white magnolia mark on Song Tingwan's forehead slowly emerged.
She glanced tenderly at her younger sister, and at Shen Zhuochuan, who rushed towards her despite his injuries.
With a slight twitch of her lips, she gently shook her head at them.
Then, his gaze drifted to Cang Jin, whose cultivation level had plummeted.
She smiled. "As you wish."
"But, Demon Lord Cangjin, you too cannot escape fate."
At least in this lifetime, her friends never experienced that pain and death again.
A smile played on her lips as she slowly closed her eyes as the elixir dissipated.
The white magnolia flower mark on her forehead shone brightly.
The frail, slender, and transparent figure vanished into the world with a gust of wind.
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