Chapter 448: Chapter 448
448: Chapter 444: The Homeland Sinks 448: Chapter 444: The Homeland Sinks The unbearable piercing and burning pain throughout his body couldn’t help but bring a shade of intolerable agony to the bottom of his eyes.
The chilling winds and the bone-piercing cold, after a short while, the frigid wind carrying snowflakes had blown a morbidly dying red onto his pale face.
The bleak moonlight that followed the disbanding clouds of the aftermath of the battle slowly shone through, casting light upon the desolate Mortal World, the bleak and barren earth.
“Teacher, you have lost.”
She finally had him under her foot.
The hand grasping the Demon Spear was covered in the liquid that spurted from his body, dotting the fair skin of her hand’s back.
Arao’s hand gradually relaxed, and she cocked her head as she blankly gazed at her hands, seemingly lost in thought for a while.
Blood trickled along the back of her hand down to her wrist, soaking a worn red string tied there, turning it an even deeper red.
A strange sense of bewildered peculiarity suddenly welled up in her heart.
This red string, she had actually kept it on her all this time.
Arao felt as though she should burst into triumphant laughter at this moment, so she curved her lips, letting the smile spread.
She was about to laugh out loud, but suddenly felt the chills at the corners of her mouth as uncontrollable tears began to roll down her face.
For a moment, she couldn’t help wanting to cover his wounds with her hands, wanting to cry out as she had done in the past, “Teacher, I was wrong.”
At that time, he coughed up blood, his voice was filled with disillusioned hoarseness and chill, “Are you satisfied now?”
The surging impulse in her heart subsided, and she gradually lowered her trembling hands, bending down to remove the half-piece of jade entwined around the sword hilt.
When she looked up again, the tears on Arao’s face were already carried away by the wind, and with a light laugh, she said, “Teacher, rest assured, I won’t let you die that easily.
I’ll have you watch with your own eyes how all beings kneel at my feet.
The story between us can’t be ended by something as simple as life and death.”
His voice was hoarse, no longer soft and clear, sounding like a dying Cold Crow at dusk, “My life and death are not up to you.”
Arao laughed out loud, she so understood his nature, that’s why she could firmly grasp his lifeline, her eyes filled with relentless cruelty, “Teacher, rest assured, I haven’t killed everyone.
Su Jing, Yin Baishuang, Yun Rong, and even the You Dynasty and others, I’ve left untouched just to play a game with you properly.”
She caressed his face with her palm, and from the other sleeve’s cuff, a small silver sword slid out, the sword tip fiercely penetrated into his abdomen, inflicting pain a hundredfold more miserable than bone-shattering heartbreak, forcing him to emit a painful groan.
His Qi Sea Spirit Mansion was filled with desolate magic intent and his spiritual power nodes were stained mottled and pitch black.
This small silver sword carried an extremely wicked and malevolent aura, as if it had drawn the endless Magic Power of the Land of Chaos in the Demon World.
Even Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan could not resist the erosion of this sword’s dark and murky magic breath.
Arao drew the small sword back with a reverse stroke, and the surging blood mixed with the purest Divine Intent shine, like a beautiful yet tragic bloody scene.
A millennium of despair, betrayal, solitude could not be simply soothed by an event of life and death.
In the end, she personally had her esteemed Teacher, once a banished celestial on high, cast down into the mire and dust of blood.
She herself was beyond redemption, had long lost the her of yesteryear, and so, how could he continue to preside over his realm unclean?
If that was the case, then they might as well both sink into the furnace of Hell forever, eternally struggling.
She would let him know that even death could be a luxurious redemption.
The Mortal World has fallen, and the land of immortals has sunk.
The vast Six Realms seemed to return to the Primordial times when demons danced amidst chaos.
Demons preyed on humans for food, and the common folks met with disaster.
Yet, the bloodline of the Human Race did not completely cease, and the war was not a one-sided overwhelming victory for the Demon Clan.
The desperate and unyielding battle fought by the forces of Taixuan and Cangwu, allowed half of the cultivators and humans the Mortal World ample time to flee to Bai Tuo Mountain for refuge.
After the defeat of the Tianxi Sword Sect, the massive armies of the Demon Clan invaded the mountains to search, but found that half of the cultivators and humans had vanished as if evaporated from the Mortal World.
Even though the territory of the Tianxi Sword Sect was vast, it couldn’t possibly accommodate such a number of humans.
This suggested that Tianxi had made preparations in advance.
Demon Lord Arao knew that the Sword Master must have resorted to Forbidden Techniques to open a planar space, rescuing that group of humans.
She also knew how resolute he was; if he did not wish to speak, she would never find those humans.
However, although she held the desire to annihilate and wipe out all life, at the core, inside her heart, there was only one fixation.
Now that he was severely injured and defeated, she would rather focus all her attention on him instead of those insignificant ants, continuing with him this endless cruel game.
The disciples of the Taixuan Sect and the Cangwu Palace fought to their deaths, making the ultimate sacrifice, and of course, the disciples of Tianxi would not retreat to safety along with those fleeing humans.
As the fourth sword of Tianxi and the wife of the Sect Master, Yun Rong, even if unable to wield a sword, was also on the battlefield, forever remaining with Tianxi and its gate alongside the other disciples.
The stars were dim, corpses floated upon the earth, and the air was thick with the intense, wine-like stench of blood.
The residual flames of the battle silently burned the earth and the bodies.
When Arao saw Yun Rong again, her eyes were full of lazy disinterest, the murderous intent barely hidden.
She approached her, and before taking action to kill her, she did something meaningless.
She slowly tore off the white gauze bandaged around her wrist wound, her slender and icy fingers sharp as hooks, leisurely digging into the gaping and horrifying wound on her wrist, picking open the spirit threads that stitched the wound.
The still-healing wound was aggravated with new injuries as the tips of her fingers ruthlessly penetrated through flesh and muscle, eventually pressing hard between the bones of the wrist.
“The Teacher’s Divine Skills are vast and powerful, and he did not hesitate to ask for a Cloud Smoke Talisman from the East Heaven Temple to heal this hand of yours.
Pity that it was all for naught, nothing more than to let you suffer this pain once more.”
Arao let out a light laugh, but a sinister glint flashed in her eyes.
With a push of her fingertip, she elicited a chilling sound of breaking bones.
Yun Rong’s blood-soaked hand hung limply in the pool of blood, cold sweat trailing down her pallid and gaunt cheeks, biting her teeth to keep from making any sound of pain.
The force from Arao’s finger was imbued with a sinuously strange power, like a small metal hammer, shattering her wrist bones, hand bones, and finger bones one joint at a time.
No amount of divine talismans from the East Heaven Temple could be of any help now.
This hand was now rendered useless.
Yun Rong felt no regret, only fatigue from the repeated suffering, “Arao, you’re no different, having the intent to kill, why bother exerting the effort.
Have you, on this night of the dark wind high for a killing, taken a fancy to draw out the agony?”
To such an extent, she still maintained the composure befitting of the fourth sword.
Amused, Arao chuckled and patted her on the cheek, “Yun Rong, oh Yun Rong, if you had left with those people, you wouldn’t have to suffer through this torment.
But since your presence is so bothersome, shouldn’t you suffer a little more before you die?”