When they rushed to the palace through the passage, Feng Sanyuan and Su Xi, who were forced into a desperate situation, stood hugging each other in the palace. Under the pressure and attacks of the strong men, in addition to internal injuries, blood was flowing from their bodies, and they were almost unable to hold on.
“Go!”
"Bang!"
“Boom!”
As loud shouts were heard, Zhao Yang's parents pounced towards the two Flying Immortals. In an instant, huge sparks burst out from their bodies. The two Flying Immortals who were originally guarding beside them just frowned slightly and raised their hands to wave out a stream of air to block it.
Sparks exploded with a bang, and huge light and flames suddenly shot up. When those cultivators raised their sleeves to cover their eyes to block the flames, Feng Sanyuan and Su Xi left quickly.
Zhao Yang's parents turned into dots of light in the fire and disappeared into the air. Until the moment of their death, they were still trying to buy a glimmer of chance to survive for Feng Sanyuan and Su Xi.
They were ghost cultivators and had died long ago. Now they felt it was worth it to exchange their lives for a glimmer of hope for their master's relatives.
When the Flying Immortals looked up again, they could no longer see the two men. Seeing this, they sneered, "Two ants want to escape from under our noses? Is it possible?"
One of the powerful flying immortals took a look with his spiritual sense and said to two of them, "They are heading to the palace in front. You two go and deal with them, and we will go back and report."
"Yes." Two of the cultivators in the early stage of Flying Immortal responded, took a deep breath and flew forward, while the others turned and left.
They were just two people, they could not achieve anything, and they could not escape the clutches of the powerful immortals. The order they received was to destroy the palace and kill everyone inside. Now, all they could see were corpses. As long as they dealt with those two people, the mission would be completed.
Su Xi supported the seriously injured Feng Sanyuan and rushed forward. She was exhausted but she held on, walking along the way. Blood oozed from her wounds and dripped onto the ground, leaving traces along the way.
"Husband, hold on, you must hold on..." She didn't know what to say. Her mind was in a state of confusion and she just asked him to hold on again and again, telling him and herself.
"Su, Suxi, where's Ye'er?" Feng Sanyuan asked weakly, spitting blood from his mouth. If Suxi hadn't been holding him up, he would have been unable to walk.
"He's fine, he's safe." Su Xi said in a low voice, supporting him as he walked with difficulty. Even though she knew she couldn't escape, she was unwilling to give up and wait for death.
Seeing that the palace was right in front of her, she saw flames rising from all around and enveloping the entire palace. There was no way to escape in front and no way to retreat behind. She stood there in a daze, falling into despair.
"There's no way out... Sanyuan, I think we can't escape."
She murmured, "This place is surrounded by fire on three sides, and there are powerful immortals chasing after me. How can I escape? Where can I escape to?"
"Su, Su Xi, I'm sorry, I failed to protect you, but I had to let you go with me..."
“Bang! Bang!”
Before he could finish his words, the two people who were supporting each other were suddenly knocked away, blood spurting out of their mouths. They flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground in the palace, motionless, as if dead...