Chapter 896: Tragic

Tragic

When the Heart Python left Mo Lian's body, the latter's memories had almost all been stolen, leaving only a pair of eyes that looked as if they had been drained dry... As Bai Ye's palm moved away from the back of his head, he lost consciousness and planted headfirst into the snowy ground.

Only at this moment did Chen Ling in the distance let out a slight sigh of relief.

This was the first time Chen Ling intuitively felt the terror of a 7th-rank Thief Saint... Previously, Bai Ye was always a teammate, and he didn't feel much oppressive pressure. It wasn't until Mo Lian stole the "Heart Python" that he realized just how strong Bai Ye actually was.

This experience of having memories stolen silently, Chen Ling didn't want to experience a second time. He was currently incomparably thankful that Bai Ye was a friend and not an enemy.

"You'd better take off that hat." Bai Ye spoke to remind him, "After all, it contains a Demigod mark. No one knows if the Silver King will use that mark to attack you."

Chen Ling immediately took off that Bowler Hat and threw it far away into the snow. The latter rolled twice on the ground and fell into silence.

"Are you okay?"

Bai Ye looked at Chen Ling, who was pale and bleeding from his seven orifices, and couldn't help but ask.

Jian Changsheng still had a sword stuck in his body, covered in blood and nailed to a tree; Sun Bumian had a liver dug out, and his complexion was no different from a dead person's; Jiang Xiaohua was almost directly split open, planted in the snow motionless like a corpse.

A single Mo Lian almost wiped them all out. The scene before them could absolutely be considered "Tragic".

"I'll go check on Sun Bumian."

Bai Ye immediately picked up that liver from the snow and ran towards the fallen Sun Bumian.

Seeing this, Chen Ling directly ran towards Jian Changsheng's direction.

Jian Changsheng was nailed to the tree, and the fresh blood had already accumulated into a pool beneath him. Seeing Chen Ling running over here, his eyes lit up, and he was just about to say something... In the next moment, he saw Chen Ling's footsteps turn, directly heading towards Jiang Xiaohua.

Jian Changsheng: ???

"Chen Ling!! Where are you going??!"

"In the whole area, you are the hardest to kill. You won't die anyway, figure out a way to save yourself first."

"..."

Jian Changsheng watched helplessly as Chen Ling ran to save Jiang Xiaohua, instantly cursing and swearing. After taking a deep breath, his hands gripped the hilt of the sword stuck in his shoulder, gradually exerting force...

...

Bai Ye held the liver in one hand, his gaze solemnly looking at Sun Bumian, who was clutching his stomach with a pained expression.

"Senior Bai Ye..." Sun Bumian saw the solemnity in his gaze, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart. "You can put it back in for me... right?"

Bai Ye smiled somewhat awkwardly. "Stealing things out, I'm very good at it, but putting things back exactly as they were... is a bit difficult."

"..."

Sun Bumian's face was ashen.

"It's fine, try a few more times, it will definitely work."

Bai Ye muttered. A streak of light flashed, and the liver in his hand disappeared...

At the same time, a muffled groan came from Sun Bumian's throat. His eyes were uncontrollably rolling up, leaving only the whites continuously trembling.

"Wrong... the angle is wrong." Seeing this, Bai Ye immediately stole the liver back into his hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Change the angle, try again..."

Sun Bumian: ...

"The blood vessels aren't aligned... try again."

"Still wrong, bear with it, I'll try one more time..."

"Just a little bit more, last time, this time is really the last time!"

"Hmm... let me see if I can do better..."

...

Chen Ling stopped in front of Jiang Xiaohua.

Chen Ling's choice was correct. That level of injury was not fatal to Jian Changsheng, but the current Jiang Xiaohua was truly on the verge of death... Although he had no aura to begin with, Chen Ling could feel that his vitality was gradually weakening as his blood flowed away.

If this situation continued, in a short while, Jiang Xiaohua would inevitably die from excessive blood loss.

"What should I do..."

Chen Ling furrowed his brows tightly. Just as he was about to stop Jiang Xiaohua's bleeding, a faint voice came from beneath him.

"Don't touch me..."

"What?"

"Touching me, you will be Cursed..." Jiang Xiaohua's head was buried in the snow, his voice muffled. "Use fire... scorch my wound into a scab. As time passes, it will heal on its own..."

"Use fire?" Chen Ling looked at that hideous wound piercing through Jiang Xiaohua's body, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter. "You'll die from the pain."

"It doesn't matter... I'm used to it."

Chen Ling's heart trembled slightly. Watching Jiang Xiaohua's fresh blood ceaselessly gushing out, he knew he couldn't hesitate any longer. He picked up a few oil lamps from the ruins of a shop nearby, poured them onto Jiang Xiaohua's wound, then lit a wisp of flame and brought it close to the wound...

Whoosh——!

In the next moment, raging fire swallowed Jiang Xiaohua's body.

The surrounding snow melted under the scorching flames. Jiang Xiaohua's head was buried in the snow, not uttering a single word. Even Chen Ling, who was closest to him, didn't hear the slightest moan or wail... In the agony of the raging fire burning his body, he was as quiet as a corpse.

Chen Ling nervously watched this scene. In his perception, Jiang Xiaohua's vitality was continuously weakening in the flames. He didn't know whether he was going to be burned to death or die from pain. In the end, it was as weak as a candle in the wind, liable to be extinguished at any time...

Chen Ling's heart leaped into his throat.

He, Jian Changsheng, Sun Bumian, and Bai Ye had all survived because of him. If he burned to death because of him right now, this ending would be too absurd...

Jiang Xiaohua had experienced everything in their memories, and probably also knew they came from the Dusk Society, but Chen Ling didn't have the thought of killing him to silence him now. The only thing he was thinking about now was that after everything calmed down, whether by kidnapping or brainwashing, he must abduct Jiang Xiaohua into the Dusk Society.

After all, the favor they owed Jiang Xiaohua this time was too great.

"Jiang Xiaohua, Jiang Xiaohua??" Chen Ling continuously called Jiang Xiaohua's name, trying to get a response.

Jiang Xiaohua wasn't able to give him a response... But in the wind and snow, several grand and massive auras smashed down onto the few people like unstoppable mountains!

Boom——!!!

The familiar Oppressive Aura of the Emperor struck once more. Chen Ling's heart trembled, and he jerked his head up to look.

At some unknown point, several massive figures with mighty imperial might were outlined from the nothingness... Unlike the Emperors encountered in "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss", the Oppressive Aura of the Path of the Sovereign of these figures before him was dozens of times stronger than those Emperors!

In this Ancient Vault, their auras were scorching and overbearing, like blazing suns suspended in the sky, like Divine Beings descending to the human world!

"Crap..."

Chen Ling looked down at Jiang Xiaohua in the flames, his heart plummeting to the bottom of the valley.