"Watching Wen Xuan and the others die one by one in front of you, you feel terrified."
“No, no… I’m atoning for my sins…” Feng Heyun said urgently.
He saved her life with his own, thus atoning for his sins.
"I'm atoning for my sins... I'm atoning for my sins..." The weak voice was filled with stubbornness, "Sang Ruo, please forgive me, forgive me..."
"For the sake of...for the sake of me being about to die...please forgive me..."
"Please forgive me... please..."
Feng Heyun's expression was strained, almost pleading, as he stared intently at every expression on Shen Sangruo's face.
He had been living in a daze and acting crazy for so long, and he finally managed to hold on until today, when he finally had a chance to be free.
So close, so very close!
He would rather Chen Sangruo had never appeared in front of him, and he had just died alone in a corner.
In this way, he could numb himself, finally atoning for his sins, embarking on his destined fate, and ultimately dying because of Chen Sangruo.
Why, why say these things to him? Why be so cruel to him?
"You know I will never forgive you."
Her voice remained as cold as ever. After saying this, she turned and left, not wasting any more time on Feng Heyun.
She didn't even give him a second glance.
All she heard behind her was Feng Heyun's near-collapse wails and the sound of him crawling on the ground with his arms supporting him.
"Sang Ruo! Sang Ruo! Don't go... Junior Sister! Junior Sister..."
If Shen Sang ignored Feng Heyun's cries, Feng Heyun's ultimate fate would be none of her concern.
When the last person on Zhenlin Peak dies, her entanglement with them will finally come to an end.
No one will mention her past anymore. From now on, she will only be Shen Sangruo of Ninghua Sect.
The matter of the heretical cultivators is not yet settled; she still needs to use her divine soul power to support the activities of the illusory figures of the Transcendent Ancestors.
After all, there were hundreds of cultivators at the Mahayana stage, and at this moment it was as if a giant water pipe was constantly draining her divine soul power.
At first, I had extra energy to arrange things, but now I can only focus all my attention on the power of my soul.
While releasing his divine soul power with his eyes closed, he pondered the current situation.
The summoning spell, their last trump card, has been played. With such a commotion, Qi Chong and the other evil cultivators must have seen it too.
There's no point in hiding it any longer.
Moreover, the evil cultivators also sent out that evil cultivator, presumably because they didn't want to maintain the stalemate and began to take action.
Why not turn the tables and directly use summoning magic to wage war against the evil cultivators?
At this moment, we can catch the evil cultivator off guard and perhaps capture the escaped evil cultivator, thus breaking the evil cultivator's last scheme in one fell swoop.
Could this be the turning point that the Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion sees?
She didn't know, but that was all she could do for now.
The power of her soul rippled with the movement of her hands, and she activated the summoning spell once again.
They also contacted the predecessors who had already been summoned and asked them to send a portion of their men to the first two lines of defense.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with murderous intent.
The cultivation world is about to launch a counterattack!
After cleaning up the battlefield, Ye Huai and the others came to her side. Seeing that she was using a summoning spell, they put aside what they wanted to say for the time being.
Song Weiyan lowered his voice and said seriously, "Junior Sister has just summoned so many Mahayana cultivators, and now she wants to use a summoning spell again. Can her soul power withstand it?"
Damage to one's soul is no laughing matter.
"She knows what she's doing; we just need to trust her." Ye Huai's cool voice remained as steady as ever.
But his hands, hanging by his side, had unconsciously clenched into fists.
"Of course I trust Junior Sister, but I'm still a little worried." Song Weiyan sighed.
"Prepare more magical artifacts containing divine soul power for Junior Sister. Summoning spells consume too much divine soul power," Su Xiyu said with a pained expression.
Bai Ruoan replied, "Everything is ready and they're having it delivered."
A quarter of an hour later, Mei Mei and the others delivered a large number of divine soul artifacts.
At this moment, Shen Sanruo had also completed her second summoning spell, and another hundred phantoms appeared in the sky.
This time, her face turned visibly pale.
When I opened my eyes, everything went black, and I felt dizzy. My body swayed, and I almost couldn't stand up.
Fortunately, Ye Huai and the others helped her up.
"Sit down first. Can you still hold on? There are some divine soul artifacts here. Replenish your divine soul power."
"Senior brothers and sisters, don't worry about me. I can manage." A slight smile appeared on her lips.
This is just the beginning. If she can't hold on now, how will she continue fighting?
She has to persevere even if she can't.
"How was the battlefield cleanup? Did you discover anything unusual?" she asked as she absorbed the divine soul power from the magical artifact.
She also noticed some of the things Ye Huai and the others did when they came over.
“There is indeed something unusual.” Ye Huai pursed his lips slightly. “The number of corpses of the cultivators who died in battle has decreased, and by a significant amount.”
"There are fewer corpses?" A look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
“We suspect that the evil cultivator took the body away,” Mei Mei said, “but we don’t know why he would take the body away.”
"Getting involved with evil cultivators is never a good thing; they're probably plotting something wicked." Zhu Huaqiao pouted.
“Besides, when that evil cultivator escaped, we didn’t see any corpse on him.” Jiang Chu stroked his chin. “If he took the corpse with him, where would he have hidden it?”
"Maybe that evil cultivator destroyed the body on the spot, something like what those evil cultivators would do." Chen Zhouxing's face was full of disgust.
Shen Sanruo and the others present were still pondering where the other corpses had gone.
A fireball hurtled toward the group, and as they instinctively tried to dodge, it landed precisely a short distance in front of them.
"Another attack by evil cultivators?!" Recalling the evil cultivators who had just escaped, the group, still shaken, immediately searched their surroundings vigilantly.
Shen Sanruo and the others looked at the fireball and felt that it was somewhat familiar.
"This is our master's magic," the group said in unison.
Looking towards the second line of defense, Immortal Lord Changli indeed glanced at them before continuing his battle with the evil cultivators in front of him.
"Is Immortal Lord Changli trying to convey some message to us?" Mei Mei stared at the fireball.
The next moment, the flames dissipated, and the spiritual energy contained within the fireball transformed into a line of words.
—The furnace was taken away by that evil cultivator.
"A furnace? Is that the thing I mentioned before that was suspicious?"
As if they had just thought of something, everyone suddenly froze.
"Could those corpses have been thrown into the furnace by evil cultivators?!"
It goes without saying what it was refining; it must have been that evil cultivator's last resort.
That thing that can instantly reverse the situation.
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