bookbashuk Chapter 122 An Embrace That Transcends Life and Death
Chapter 122 An Embrace That Transcends Life and Death
Chapter 122 An Embrace That Transcends Life and Death
A look of terror appeared on Feng Ling's beautiful and aloof face. The trump card Ye Xishui had left her could not stop Huo Yuhao, and she was already on the verge of death.
The sound of shattering fragments rang out, and Feng Ling's beautiful body was pierced by a spear, pinning her firmly to the wall.
Blood dripped onto the ground, and blood flowed continuously from Feng Ling's chest, staining her black robe with bright red blood, the dark brown color gradually spreading from one spot outwards.
Feng Ling struggled to grab the handle of the spear, trying her best to pull it out, which made her clothes a little disheveled.
Unfortunately, the spear was a weapon of light formed by Ye Guyi's sixth soul skill, which was already quite effective against evil soul masters.
Furthermore, Huo Yuhao's physical abilities were already comparable to those of a Limit Douluo, and this stab was extremely deep; how could the heavily injured Feng Ling possibly move it?
Huo Yuhao quietly watched Feng Ling struggle in her death throes, refraining from delivering the final blow.
Ye Guyi then conjured another spear of light and strode menacingly toward Feng Ling, his eyes filled with undisguised hatred.
Indeed, Feng Ling was one of the enemies who killed Ye Guyi's parents, and the image of the black phoenix was deeply imprinted in Ye Guyi's mind.
On that dark and gloomy night, a group of men in black robes besieged a small village. Dazzling soul skills scattered everywhere, illuminating this ordinary place.
A male and a female Soul Master stood guard at the main gate, fighting desperately against several men in black robes.
The little girl named Ye Guyi could only hide in the cellar inside the house, curled up in a ball, hugging her knees tightly.
A divine aura of light rose up, and the phantoms of angels attacked each other with all sorts of strange and grotesque spirits.
The middle-aged male soul master exhausted his last strength and fell into a deep sleep on the face of the angel, his eyes, which he could not close, staring fiercely at the enemies.
It seems that hatred has enhanced their strength, and female soul masters have gradually begun to gain the upper hand.
Just then, a loud phoenix cry rang out, and the black phoenix spat out a mouthful of dark purple flames, shattering the angel's body. The female soul master inside was also severely injured, and holy flames rose up from her body, instantly setting the area around the house ablaze.
The group of men in black robes scattered and hid, but many still died under the flames that raged in their final moments.
Feng Ling stood there coldly. After receiving the report that none of her subordinates had survived, the men in black robes left one by one.
However, three-year-old Ye Guyi was buried under the rubble, which was the last protection her mother gave her.
As a child, she tried to escape the ruins, but the heavy stones were beyond her ability to move.
She struggled to hold onto one corner of the rock, and the sharp edge of the rock cut her finger, causing bright red blood to flow out.
A day passed, and Ye Guyi had only managed to move a few meters long of broken stone bricks. Without food or water, she collapsed in the ruins.
When she opened her eyes again, she was being held by a gentle old woman. A dying soul saint was traveling around and happened to save her.
After the old woman died, she entrusted her to the Ordinary Alliance. The old man knew that she would not give up her revenge, but unfortunately, the highest level that a Soul Saint could reach was Shangguan Wei'er.
Ye Guyi walked step by step to Feng Ling's side and thrust a spear into her thigh. Blood gushed out, staining Ye Guyi's clothes red.
Ignoring the gushing blood, Ye Guyi waved his hand, and four or five spears appeared in mid-air, piercing straight into Feng Ling's internal organs.
The blood gushing from her internal organs caused Feng Ling to cough up blood continuously, and large amounts of blood flowed out from the holes in her body.
Soon she lay in a pool of blood, staring at Ye Guyi's hateful gaze. She wanted to say something, but the blood choked her and she couldn't speak.
"Killing you will avenge me. I must kill you. I will completely annihilate your soul and make you suffer a fate worse than death."
Ye Guyi's eyes were bloodshot as he thrust his spear into Feng Ling's body again and again, each time pulling it out, it brought with it some flesh and bone fragments.
Feng Ling began to feel fear towards Ye Guyi, and for the first time, her eyes showed pleading and horror.
She didn't know what Huo Yuhao had done to her, but despite Ye Guyi's outburst, she neither fainted nor lost her life.
A bright green light emanated from her dantian and traveled towards her shattered meridians, sustaining her life while protecting her pain receptors.
Whenever she felt the pain so intense she was about to faint, the intense mental stimulation would pierce her brain like steel needles, forcibly waking her up.
Huo Yuhao stood at a distance, quietly watching Ye Guyi tirelessly stab Feng Ling, his divine sense silently soothing Ye Guyi's emotions.
Huo Yuhao will not let Feng Ling die until Ye Guyi regains her senses. Since he killed Ye Guyi's parents with his own hands, he should not be afraid of being retaliated against.
Within the Sea of Spirit, Electrolux also helped Ye Guyi, adding the power of light to the suspended spirit ring, reducing her spirit power consumption.
Ye Guyi's eyes were only on her father's mangled body under the ruins, and she still remembered his unseeing eyes.
The intense emotions caused the angelic divine position to fluctuate, and a dark aura, inconsistent with the aura of light, began to emerge.
Huo Yuhao, who had always cared about her, immediately wanted to use the laws to temporarily suppress this darkness.
However, before she could even make a move, Ye Guyi's first spirit ring, which was suspended in the air, lit up.
A phantom angel embraced Feng Ling as she plunged the spear into her chest, and the dark aura vanished without a trace.
Ye Guyi stared blankly into the embrace, tears silently streaming down her face. "Mom, is that you? Did you come to see me?"
Ye Guyi asked in a trembling voice, not daring to even turn her head to look, for fear that all of this was just an illusion.
"Elder Yi, I beg you." Huo Yuhao murmured to himself, his pupils turning grayish-gold, and a powerful magical fluctuation appeared for a moment.
The angelic phantom, which had been dull and only showed instinct, became lively and loving, its eyes meeting those of Ye Guyi, who had just turned her head.
"Guyi, I'm so happy to see you grow up like this. I hope you'll always be happy. That boy is perfect for you. Mom wishes you eternal happiness."
Sensing the pull of the River Styx, she wasted no time, briefly expressing her longing for Nüji before slowly dissipating.
Ye Guyi wailed and cried bitterly, clutching something tightly in the direction where the illusory figure had disappeared, but now only air remained there.
Huo Yuhao, whose eyes had returned to black, stepped forward and hugged Ye Guyi, replacing the omnipresent air, and gently patted her back.
Feng Ling lay on the ground, staring helplessly at the two people embracing each other. Her eyes were bloodshot. Her bones and muscles were shattered, and her heart and lungs were broken. Even if she didn't move, the pain was unbearable.
Her lips trembled, blood kept flowing from the corner of her mouth, and she could no longer cough up blood because her throat was ruptured.