"Ah-" A painful scream came from the air.
Yan Ruoyao was thrown several meters away, her mouth felt sweet, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You..." Yan Ruoyao's eyes widened and she looked at Luo Qingchen in front of her in disbelief.
No, how is that possible...
How could she have such great power...
This is the Sea Soul Death Swamp. According to the barrier set up by the Demon Clan’s Fourth Highness Su Qingxie, anyone who is not a Demon Clan will have their spiritual power reduced by half if they enter this Sea Soul Death Swamp.
At this moment, she felt that her power was so weak in this sea of soul death...
"It's not that your spiritual power is weak." Not far away, Luo Qingchen squinted at her and snorted, "It's because you are already weak in front of me."
"What did you say—" Yan Ruoyao stood up, covering her chest, and picked up the ethereal sword with her right hand trembling. He kept panting and said: "Go to hell..."
"Bang bang—" With another gentle wave of his sleeves, Yan Ruoyao was thrown heavily to the ground.
The air is filled with the strong smell of cherry blossoms, and endless pink petals are flying all over the sky.
"Do you have anything else to say?" She said coldly, looking at Yan Ruoyao who fell on the ground, with no warmth in her eyes.
Yan Ruoyao was so dizzy from the slap that she almost fainted. She gritted her teeth, held herself up and said, "You... you're not... Luo Qingchen, who are you...?"
"As a member of the Blood Demon Palace, don't you know how the Demon Lord was sealed a hundred years ago?" She looked at Yan Ruoyao, narrowed her eyes, and every word was as cold as ice.
"How do you know your age..." Yan Ruoyao took a breath and stared at her with his eyes.
During the Battle of Xiyu Zhiwan, although she experienced calamity in the mortal world, she heard many people mention it after returning to Xuankong Residence.
It is said that the thousand-year-old cherry spirit with extremely powerful magic in Yingling County used ancient ritual spells to seal the most powerful demon king in the Blood Demon Palace...
"Back then - it was the Demon Lord I sealed with my own hands!" She nodded suddenly, with a cold look in her eyes as she said, "That's why I lost the ninth level of mana."
Now, all the mana is back. But the young man who once fought alongside him disappeared...
"Hahahaha—" Yan Ruoyao looked up to the sky and smiled, blood flowing out from the seven holes.
At this time, Yan Ruoyao's face was extremely twisted, like a clown who had been knocked down, without any ability to resist.
"But so what?" She smiled as heartily as she could and shouted, "Mo Baici is dead, don't you know?"
She was startled, feeling as if her heart was being pressed down by a huge stone, making it extremely difficult to breathe.
Feeling almost suffocated...
"I'm afraid you don't know from the look in your eyes!" Yan Ruoyao curled her red lips and looked at her with an extremely weird smile: "Otherwise, what do you think those tiny blue lights around you are?"
"Yan Ruoyao—" Her voice trembled slightly, and in an instant, the exquisite ring in her hand shone with golden light.
When she accepted the memory of the original owner, she only felt angry, but she never felt any hatred.
But at this moment, her heart was filled with hatred.
Use hatred to overwhelm weakness, overwhelm fear...
The next second, the golden light of the exquisite ring attacked Yan Ruoyao's direction without hesitation.
Yan Ruoyao used all her spiritual power to set up a barrier, but it collapsed in an instant...
In an instant, golden light flashed across her arteries.
Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere... (To be continued)