Chapter 484: Whose Victory Remains Unknown

Although Lingxiang was weak, she remained conscious, and she was clear about everything that happened on the battlefield.

Whether it was the entanglement between Chiyanzi and Liu Xia against the Rust Ghost and the Yin-Eating Demon, or the shifts in the life-and-death struggle between Long Qi and Demon Lord Boyan.

Boyan kicked Adao away, causing Lingxiang heart-wrenching pain, yet she was helpless. Fortunately, Zhanli appeared in time, which allowed her to feel slightly at ease.

Adao must have suffered severe internal injuries; how could his small body withstand such a heavy kick from Boyan?

Lingxiang suddenly felt some regret; she had only taught Zhanli some cultivation techniques and spells at the time, but not medical knowledge, otherwise he could have treated Adao now.

And there was Long Qi; she did not know how he was faring either...

Even as the Demon Lord pressed forward step by step, Lingxiang still felt not a shred of fear, her heart only concerned for the injured Adao and Long Qi.

Not until Boyan stopped his steps and stood before Lingxiang did she feel any fear, and even then, she had none.

But it was only upon hearing Adao's words that Lingxiang used all her strength to lift her eyes and look toward Zhanli.

Just this lifting of her eyes exhausted the strength Lingxiang had gathered for a long time, and seeing Zhanli pause his feet, Lingxiang knew he had understood her meaning.

"Facing death, yet you still have the mind to care for others," Boyan sneered.

If one were to speak of hatred, Boyan naturally still hated Lingxiang; if not for Lingxiang's interference, Tumi would not have left him.

Boyan hated Lingxiang to the extreme, wishing he could tear her into ten thousand pieces immediately.

Yet Lingxiang only sighed softly, replying in a weak voice: "The Demon Lord naturally would not understand, for after all, you have no heart."

Without a heart, one does not understand love, nor will one love.

This short sentence instantly enraged Boyan; he grabbed Lingxiang by the throat and hoisted her up.

Boyan was no fool; he naturally heard the implication behind those words.

"Do you think that because you are Tumi's daughter, this seat will not kill you?"

Even with her throat gripped, Lingxiang's complexion remained devoid of any color; she no longer had the strength to feel pain.

"You certainly would, but you cannot do it," Lingxiang said, her breath as thin as gossamer, yet her tone remained resolute.

Lingxiang was waiting...

Waiting for that young man rushing toward her.

Boyan narrowed his eyes, killing intent overflowing from them, the veins on his hand bulging as his force gradually increased.

Suffocation followed, and the sudden swelling sensation in her head made Lingxiang, who was already not very clear-headed, even more delirious, as darkness surged like a tide, rapidly flooding her vision.

Yet even so, the young man in her sight remained clear, as if a beam of divine light had broken in, shining toward her.

Boyan's expression was fierce, enjoying the pleasure of tormenting Lingxiang, but his ferocious look froze on his face.

A long sword suddenly pierced through his chest, the blood dark as ink, flowing like a stream, wandering and sliding along the blade.

The force in Boyan's hand slackened slightly as he looked down at his own chest, his expression gradually turning to one of astonishment.

Someone had actually managed to wound him!

The long sword suddenly entered Lingxiang's field of vision; though the cold glint of the sword wind was chilling, the momentary sharpness seemed filled with vitality, bringing her a chance to breathe.

Just as Lingxiang greedily gasped for air, the long sword was violently withdrawn, and the restraint on her throat was released; she fell like a fallen leaf, unable to control her descent.

Yet Lingxiang did not fall to the ground, but was instead caught steadily in a warm embrace.