Hearing the footsteps, the woman turned around and looked at Lanling.
Although Lanling was mentally prepared, he was still shaken.
Because this woman was Yan Nai'er, his most beloved wife.
Her Demon Bloodline seemed used up, and she was on the brink of death.
"Husband, save me, save me…" Yan Nai'er reached out her jade-like hand, her beautiful eyes full of deep affection.
She was incredibly delicate, incredibly pitiable.
This was the woman who loved him the most, the woman to whom Lanling owed the most.
"Husband, I'm dying. Before I die, could you embrace me once more, kiss me once more?" Yan Nai'er pleaded softly.
Lanling's face twitched for a moment, and he said coldly, "Sorry, I need to get through, please step aside."
Instantly, Yan Nai'er looked at him with resentment, and then her beautiful, bloodstained body once again turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.
Lanling continued to walk forward, continuing to delve deeper.
