The Legend of Shen Li (English Translation of Yu Feng Xing 与凤行)

Chapter 51

Shen Li shook her head.

"If I can't see the body, I won't believe it!"

The surrounding generals all bowed their heads and remained silent.

The hall was silent for a long time, and a voice muttered:

"This general saw with his own eyes..."

The bearded general looked slumped,

"This general saw the Mo Fang general being eaten by them."

Shen Li held the coffin and looked at the broken sword and broken clothes inside. A sense of powerlessness entangled her footsteps. She couldn't walk, her legs turned soft.

"This general also saw it with his own eyes."

Someone else whispered, and more and more people confirmed.

Shen Li had to believe the fact that Mo Fang died tragically. Her five fingers were clasped on the thick coffin, and her fingertips turned white for applying too much force. With a "Kala" sound of breaking, she left a fingerprint on the thick solid wood coffin.

"I understand."

She nodded, her voice was extremely low, but it looked like a broken string, and everyone's heart hung up after hearing it,

"This King knows now..."

She lowered her head, as if in silence. She didn't show her emotions, but this bow made people feel that this woman who had always straightened her back was like a hedgehog whose thorns had been pulled out.

At this moment, there was no aggressiveness.

The demons were defeated and Mo fang and other generals died tragically. If she was there...

If she were there, would things not be so bad?

Shen Li clenched her teeth, but after a while, she raised her head again and turned to leave the side of Mo Fang's coffin.

She continued to read the remaining tags on the corpses of the generals, and then slowly walked outside the mourning hall. Shen Li kept walking, step by step, each step firmer, each step calmer.

Shen Li knew better than anyone that people cannot come back from death, regret is useless, what she can do is let the living continue to live. She will protect them.

Stepping out of the mourning hall, the decayed smell in the air was still pungent.

Shen Li stepped onto the training platform, put one hand on her chest, and the other pointed directly at the sky, she whispered a spell, and a white brilliance slowly came from her body. Ascending, a beam of bright light centered on her, spreading around

"I use my name to draw the Forgotten River."

The seven-character inspires soul, the words are sonorous, and with this voice, wherever the light touches, it is like a firefly dance, rising to the sky overwhelmingly in this desolate evening.

The scene was very beautiful but also extremely sad.

The sorrowful cry seemed to break people's hearts. Shen Li saw from a distance that many people were crying and chasing after the bleak light in the place where soldiers were buried as if wishing to go with them.

Shen Li dropped her hands and clenched her fists:

"I, Azure King, Shen Li, swear by my life."

Her voice was not loud, but the generals under the training platform could hear clearly,

"This hatred will be reported!"

The wind passed, shaking Shen Li's hair, countless shining lights floated in front of her as if her soldiers used the last strength to go along with her vows.