Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Chapter 132: Crossing a Calamity.

He desperately tried to cover the wound of the Demon Lord's heart.

But it was in vain.

The blood was still trickling like flames, licking and burning his cheeks.

He slowly recalled that the Primordial Demon Refining Array would thwart the demon body's regeneration.

Then that injury the Demon Lord had suffered would be the final one he received after escaping the formation.

The Demon King's limbs went straight through the heart's life core.

The Demon Lord resembled a monster again.

He was initially a human being.

Would he perish if he was human?

——The Demon Lord woud die?

Ye Yunlan's eyes were wide open. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to scream, but only a muted, gravelly sound rang out in the end.

"Don't..."

The Demon Lord looked down at him, raising his hand to wipe the blood from his cheeks.

"Don't be afraid."

A gentle gleam was in his eyes.

"We're out."

They landed on a peak opposite Liuming Mountain.

The shadows dispelled behind the Demon Lord. He knelt on the ground, and the Shura Sword plunged into the soil.

Ye Yunlan went to assist him.

The Demon Lord lifted his hand, trying to caress Ye Yunlan's cheek. However, he lost his strength.

Ye Yunlan held his hand tightly and stroked his cheek.

He said: "Look at me. Don't close your eyes."

The Demon Lord looked at him.

The light in his eyes was a little faint, and his voice was low and husky: "Master is so beautiful."

He moved his thumb slightly, wiped away the tears from the end of Ye Yunlan's eyes, and murmured, "I really like Master... "

His words dissipated in the wind.

His body fell on Ye Yunlan's shoulder.

Ye Yunlan's white hair was strewn on his cheeks, his face sinking into the shadows.

Suddenly, he heard shouts of killing, reaching him from all directions.

"The Demon Lord broke through the formation, and his injuries are critical. You must take this opportunity to wipe him out!"

The cultivator who rushed to the forefront cried fiercely:

"Yes! Immortal Lord Ye aided the evil-doer and betrayed our great dao. If you don't move aside, we will not be gracious!"

Another person said: "Hand over the Demon Lord. We'll slay and hang him outside the Jingbei City gate to soothe the many cultivators who went to heaven in this battle!"

The cultivators surrounding them were increasingly approaching.

Ye Yunlan slowly rose from the floor.

He was carrying the Demon Lord's figure on his back. His right hand pulled up the Shura Sword inserted in the ground.

Blood appeared to be streaming from the Shura Sword's crimson sword body.

Blood was on his face.

The mist in his golden eyes had already condensed into ice. He looked at the crowd gathered around with icy eyes and a deep chill.