Chapter 239: One Palm Shatters

And these four young humans bound to the crosses were tormented to the brink of death, with several parts of their bodies gnawed by the surrounding demons, their faces showing despair.

Among the demon horde, a girl in a black robe slowly lifted her head; her face bore eight or nine gray-black demonic markings, a pair of dark pupils, her eyes rather large, her complexion somewhat dark.

Nevertheless, her beautiful features could still be discerned.

And just then—

An explosion sound came, and in an instant the surroundings were engulfed in thick smoke.

"The humans are here again!" many demons exclaimed excitedly.

The faces of the young humans bound to the crosses changed in shock; they opened their mouths, wanting to tell the human cultivators who had come to rescue them to leave, but they could no longer speak.

Their tongues had been torn out; opening their mouths revealed a bloody mess, a sight most shocking.

They could only weep in pain, emitting broken sobs from their mouths.

Although these demons were not strong, their overwhelming numbers made up for it.

Moreover, they were not stupid.

They had long set up a net of heaven and earth, waiting for these human spies to jump into the trap.

When the smoke cleared, two humans disguised as demons appeared in their view.

"Tear them apart!"

"Hahaha..."

The demons shouted wildly, their voices deafening, as if they wanted to burst through the clouds.

In their eyes, desire, bloodlust, and demonic nature were plainly revealed—a frenzied pursuit of carnage and blood.

The bloody smell acted like a potent stimulant, making their bodies tremble with excitement; the humans' struggle and despair only made their hearts blaze like fire.

Those two humans disguised as demons could not rescue their four compatriots, and moreover exposed their identities.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with resolve and solemnity.

"Let's fight these beasts to the death!"

They swiftly drew their swords and slashed at the low-level demons.

Boom boom boom!

Their strength was naturally not weak, but two fists cannot fight four hands.

Over time, they fell into a disadvantage.

Numerous demons, like a swarm of bees, surged toward the two humans.

Moreover, their bodies were torn apart.

"Ahhh..." the two humans uttered incredibly miserable screams.

The girl in the black robe quickly stepped back, her gaze calm as she watched the scene, unmoved.

In her eyes, the past of the Flowing Light Secret Realm's rewinding had already occurred; there was no need to expose her identity for them.

She would wait in Spring City for the Demon Emperor's appearance.

At that moment, the four humans bound to the crosses saw this scene; painful tears and blood streamed down their cheeks.

"Mmm..."

They could not break free, nor could they escape.

Moreover, they could not choose death.

Suddenly then—

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a clear, loud whip-crack, dozens of low-level demons were flung backward like cannonballs, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Amid the demons' astonishment, a heroic girl appeared, stepping through the air, wielding a bone-joint long whip, wearing a phoenix-pattern forehead ornament, with an oval face and features exuding an aggressively beautiful charm.

The girl's gaze fell upon the two torn-apart human corpses; a flash of surprise and anger crossed her icy eyes. She didn't even bother to speak, raising her hand to lash out fiercely—the long whip in her hand like a vicious snake, striking with lightning speed to sweep over the enemies.

"Crack—"

Another heavy, muffled boom rang out; wherever the whip passed, the low-level demons were instantly torn in half, blood spraying everywhere, a sight too horrible to behold.

In an instant, the air filled with a strong bloody stench, making one want to vomit.

After witnessing this, the remaining low-level demons all fled backward in fright.

They lifted their heads in terror, gazing up at the human girl wielding the long whip.

"Humans..."

The low-level demons cried out in alarm: "Kill her!"

Before they could rush toward the girl, she moved; her whip seemed to thunder with power, sweeping out with a "crack"—the heads of a dozen low-level demons instantly rolled to the ground.

The surroundings were permeated with a bloody smell.

"Come on, kill me!" the girl wearing the phoenix-pattern forehead ornament said coldly, "A bunch of dog trash!"

Having said that, she swung the whip, mercilessly lashing at them.

In an instant, hundreds of low-level demons instinctively sensed danger, no longer arrogant as before, they fled in panic.

At the same time, the black-robed girl hiding in the dark, upon seeing the girl swinging the whip, couldn't help but widen her eyes, her face full of disbelief.

Xiao Lingwei, how could she be here?!

The black-robed girl lowered her eyes, immediately reaching up to pull down her black hat to shield her face.

For a moment, the scene was extremely chaotic.

Xiao Lingwei was like a grim reaper wielding a sickle, wildly swinging at the low-level demons, each lash showing no mercy.

Blood spattered, corpses began to blanket the ground.

The low-level demons fled madly toward various streets.

And the black-robed girl also slipped into a house, peeking at Xiao Lingwei's actions, unable to suppress a cold smile in her heart.

Xiao Lingwei was still as she was in memory—impulsive and reckless.

She doesn't realize that this is merely an illusion from over seven hundred years ago, does she?

What difference would killing these lowly demons make? Even if she wanted to save those few human cultivators bound to the crosses, what good would it do? They're just a bunch of crippled people.

The black-robed maiden gazed at Xiao Lingwei through the torn window paper, and couldn't help but recall someone……

Yuan Yao!

Could Yuan Yao have also entered the Flowing Light Secret Realm?!

Just thinking about this made her chest ache.

After earlier escaping the Heavenly Prison of the Heaven and Earth Domain, she was caught off guard and stabbed by Yuan Yao with a sword—that blow nearly killed her.

The black-robed maiden was none other than Lu Xiangxiang.

Lu Xiangxiang's eyes filled with resentment; she swore to personally kill Yuan Yao!

She took a deep breath, calmed her emotions, and gradually turned her attention to Xiao Lingwei.

Meanwhile, Xiao Lingwei had already retracted her whip, turned, and looked at the four human cultivators bound to the crosses.

The four human cultivators' eyes lit up—not with hope of life, but with hope of death.

Their tongues had been torn out, flesh on multiple parts of their bodies ripped and cut, their dantians shattered, and their cultivation ruined.

They did not wish to continue living in such a state.

They opened their mouths, wanting to say something to Xiao Lingwei, but could only emit choked sobs.

Tears streamed down their pale, helpless faces.

Xiao Lingwei stepped forward to stand before them.

She asked, "You want to rest, right?"

Upon hearing this, the four burst into tears.

Despairing, they closed their eyes and nodded with all their might.

"Your mission is over; it's time to rest," Xiao Lingwei said calmly, placing her hand on the crown of one person's head.

One palm strike shattered.

Extremely swift.

The time of pain was also extremely brief.

She let them each go to "rest," then condensed a flame at her fingertips.

Cremating them.

She could not take them away from here, only hoping their flesh would no longer be gnawed by lowly demons.