I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 71

At that moment, there wasn't much time for her to process the death in front of her. Shang Can took a deep breath, exhaled, and after repeating this three times, she resolutely drew her sword and rushed into the forest.

This time, she didn't bother to conceal her presence. Soon, sounds of commotion echoed through the woods, but Shang Can remained undeterred, following the scent of demonic energy to where her instincts warned her something was terribly wrong.

To be honest, she had only planned to take a look initially.

If she could save someone, she would; if not, that was fine too. Shang Can felt that since she had heard about it, she ought to do her part. Besides, the city lord had saved the entire populace, so someone should lend a hand for him.

But Shang Can was fully aware that her cultivation, while respectable among her peers, was not enough to confront the demonic tide head-on. The things she said to Chu Ming were not meant to deceive him; her original intention was to look for opportunities to rescue someone while observing the movements of the demonic tide, with no intention of clashing directly.

Even now, as she charged into the unknown depths of the forest filled with countless demonic beasts, Shang Can clearly understood she was doing something foolish. The fact that she couldn't gauge the city lord's cultivation level indicated that he was certainly stronger than she was. If even the experienced elders had fallen victim to the demonic tide, recklessly rushing in was tantamount to seeking death.

But still.

The forest was filled with threatening growls mixed with laughter, and the sounds drew closer to Shang Can. The increasingly dense demonic energy made her spine stiffen, and as sweat dripped from her forehead, her black-and-white eyes shone brightly. She even laughed out loud.

The injuries the city lord sustained were enough to kill him on the spot, yet he held on just to wait for someone to come. He had deep concerns in his heart, but unfortunately, he couldn't even finish his last words.

With a sweep of her long sword, Shang Can sliced through an attacking bee demon, splattering its foul blood all over herself.

Whether it was the city lord's misfortune or Shang Can's, the only person who rushed to his aid was a sixteen-year-old girl, and he had no strength left to wait for anyone else, leaving all his worries entrusted to her.

Suddenly, the grass beneath her feet stirred, attempting to ensnare her legs. Shang Can leaped into the air, drawing her sword. The grass ignited spontaneously, burning fiercely, and the air was filled with the anguished screams of the demons.

This concern was extremely dangerous. Shang Can didn't even know if his daughter was still alive; this adventure might very well be futile. Yet it was the first time someone had entrusted her with something, and she silently promised to help him.

The strongest demonic energy loomed ahead, and Shang Can, disregarding the chills running down her spine and the multitude of demons pursuing her from behind, sprang into action.

As she broke through the dense foliage, she was confronted by a snow-white wolf demon. It bore no trace of any other color and turned its head to look at her when it heard the wind behind it. Its beastly face displayed a cold, disdainful, and sarcastic expression.

Before it could make a move, the overwhelming demonic energy nearly sent Shang Can flying. In its eyes, she had become a mere corpse, and the arrogant wolf demon did not leap forward but waited for her to fall so it could kill her.

Yet Shang Can still had the presence of mind to glance behind it.

There stood a girl, her left arm injured. She pressed her right hand against the wound and instinctively raised her eyes to look at Shang Can.