Chapter 122 An Embrace That Transcends Life and Death
A look of terror appeared on Feng Ling's beautiful and aloof face. Ye Xishui's trump card couldn't stop Huo Yuhao, and she was now just a hair's breadth away from death.
The sound of shattering fragments rang out, and Feng Ling's graceful 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 his black robe with bright red blood, the dark brown color gradually spreading from a single point 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 is a weapon of light formed by Ye Guyi's sixth Soul skill, which is inherently effective against Evil Soul Masters.
Furthermore, Huo Yuhao's physical abilities were already comparable to Limit Douluo's, and this stab was extremely deep; how could the severely 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.
That's right, 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.
Two Soul Masters, a man and a woman, stood guard at the main entrance, 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 light and breath rose up, and the phantoms of angels attacked with all sorts of strange and bizarre spirits.
The middle-aged 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 his enemies.
It seems that hatred has enhanced their power, and female Soul Masters are gradually gaining 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 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 coldly in place. After receiving the report that none of his 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 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 Soul Saint, who was on his deathbed, 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 Dao would not give up her revenge, but unfortunately, the highest level that Soul Saint could reach was Shangguan Weier.
Ye Guyi walked step by step to Feng Ling and plunged 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.
She soon 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 be my revenge. I will definitely 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 blood, 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 Dao Despite Huo Yuhao's actions and Ye Guyi's outburst, she neither fainted nor lost her life.
A verdant light emanated from her Dantian toward the shattered Meridians, sustaining her life while protecting her pain receptors.
Whenever she felt the pain so intense she was about to faint, the intense Spiritual 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, Divine Sense silently soothing Ye Guyi's emotions.
Huo Yuhao will not let Feng Ling die until Ye Guyi regains his senses. Since he killed Ye Guyi's parents with his own hands, he should not be afraid of being retaliated against.
Inside the Spirit Sea, Electrolux also helped Ye Guyi by adding the power of light to the floating Soul Ring, reducing her Soul Power consumption.
Ye Guyi could only see her father's mangled body beneath the ruins, and she still remembered his unseeing eyes.
The intense emotions caused Angel Godhood to fluctuate, and a dark aura, inconsistent with the light, began to emerge.
Huo Yuhao, who had been concerned about her, immediately wanted to use Law to temporarily suppress this darkness.
However, before she could even make a move, Ye Guyi's floating First Soul Ring lit up.
A phantom angel embraced Feng Ling as she plunged the spear into her chest, and the darkness vanished without a trace.
Ye Guyi stared blankly at the embrace, tears silently streaming down his face. "Mom, is that you? Did you come to see me?"
Ye Guyi asked Dao in a trembling voice, not daring to even turn her head to look, for fear that it was all 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 vacant and only showed instinct, became lively and loving, its eyes meeting those of Ye Guyi, who had just turned around.
"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 happiness forever."
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 phantom had vanished, but now only emptiness remained.
Huo Yuhao, whose eyes had returned to black, stepped forward and hugged Ye Guyi, replacing the omnipresent Kong Qi, and gently patted her back.
Feng Ling, lying on the ground, stared 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.
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