Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 545 'I Will Not Shed My Tears for the Enemy'

"Wow!!"

As the mournful cry of the divine bird echoed across the sky, the girl who was directly in its path felt a chill run down her spine, and her soul almost burst out of her body under the high-pitched howl.

"That's... a musical instrument?!"

Realizing that what the other party possessed was most likely an item passed down through the Yin Valley, Hun Ruoruo endured the pain, letting the golden crow patterns cover her entire body: "Just how many more things do you want to take from me!"

Her eyes were filled with hatred, and her voice was laced with bloodlust: "To allow the Soul Palace to destroy the home that rightfully belongs to me, what kind of emotion is that!"

Hun Ruoruo couldn't understand why her mother, whom she saw in the Soul Jade Slip, would so resolutely deny the Soul Emperor's ruthlessness and ingratitude.

He almost ruined everything he had!
What kind of emotions, what kind of hardships, could have driven a man who was already invincible to treat his wife and young child in such a way?
Don't say that such a thing is impossible; even if it were, it would never be forgiven!
She hated it, hated the so-called scam, hated everything the man had done, and hated even more his calm and collected attitude in treating her like a toy. There should have been no room for reversal from the very beginning!
"laugh!"

Driven by extreme hatred, the golden crow patterns tightened more and more, even piercing through delicate skin like steel needles, penetrating directly into bones and veins, and even climbing up to the soul.

Hun Ruoruo couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The wings that were originally like those of a black swan behind her were forcibly removed in an instant, shattering into countless black feathers that scattered all over the sky.

But she did not sit idly by and wait for death. With the last bit of strength she had left, she recklessly activated her soul, which was not yet completely bound, and tried her best to merge the water ripples with her soul, transforming them into a magical blue-purple painting.

As soon as the blue-purple light appeared, it immediately condensed into a tiny needle-like shape, piercing through the void and shooting towards the pair of cymbals!

"break!"

Hun Ruoruo knew very well that once the secret treasure was activated, even if the caster was killed immediately, it would be impossible to stop it in a short time. Moreover, with her body severely injured, she was absolutely unable to pose any fatal threat to Venerable Qinghai.

Attacking the treasure directly is the only way to break the deadlock!

Upon seeing the rapidly approaching water needle, the two golden crows that had been high in the sky revealed a human-like mockery in their eyes, as if they completely disregarded it.

That's exactly what happened.

They are products of magical artifacts imbued with spiritual energy, and in essence, only soul power can block them. Battle qi alone cannot pose the slightest threat to them, which is the most terrifying advantage of soul treasures.

"Did you try anything out of desperation?"

The Venerable Qinghai watched everything unfold before him with indifference, then shook his head with regret: "As remnants of the Sound Valley, they don't even know the effects of their own treasure. How pathetic and laughable."

He had no intention of stopping them, because once the opponent's attack failed, their old strength would be exhausted and their new strength would not have been generated. He was very confident that he could launch an attack at that time and kill them with one blow!

However, to the surprise of the two golden crows and even the Venerable Qinghai, the water needle that should have pierced through the golden crow's phantom seemed to have also become illusory, firmly nailing itself to the brow of one of the golden crows.

"clang!"

The water needle pierced the golden crow's brow, instantly producing a crisp, metallic sound, as if the needle had pierced not the divine bird, but the cymbals below that hummed continuously with each strike.

In an instant, the golden crow, which had been shining brightly, suddenly burst into a mournful cry. Its wings, which had been soaring through the clouds, flapped wildly, causing golden feathers to fall. Its violent and furious behavior was completely unlike that of a divine bird that represents good fortune in the mortal world.

The attack succeeded, but the water needle's offensive did not end there. The blue-purple light began to frantically corrode the bronze cymbals below.

"How can this be?!"

The Venerable Qinghai's expression finally changed. He could feel that the 'Golden Crow's Cry,' which was originally one with him, was showing signs of losing its function under the erosion of the blue-purple light!
One move affects the whole body. As a pair of bronze cymbals, if one golden crow is injured, the other will certainly not stand idly by. Its original power is reduced to less than 20%, and naturally, it no longer poses the same threat as before. Looking at the Qinghai Venerable with a look of surprise and doubt, Hun Ruoruo coughed up several more mouthfuls of blood, but her pretty face was filled with a strange and eerie smile.

Soul Water Battle Qi!

As one of her true trump cards, this special battle aura, generated by combining soul power and battle qi, is enough to cause equal damage to both the physical body and the soul.

This trump card should have been the key to victory, but given the current crisis, it was time to act.

The only saving grace was that this move, used unexpectedly, caught the opponent completely off guard.

"It's a pity that having our strength sealed can only buy us some time."

Forcibly using her soul power under the pressure of the Golden Crow's Cry, Hun Ruoruo's soul had already suffered extremely serious damage. She was almost forcing herself to stay awake and not fall into a coma at this moment.

A warm sensation washed over her, and crimson gradually blurred the girl's vision. She subconsciously reached out to touch it, but all she could see was a crimson hue, which had replaced all other colors.

"Is it bleeding?" Hun Ruoruo's eyes were dim, it was unclear whether she was asking a question or answering herself.

With her strength exhausted, she felt the wind howling in her ears, followed by an indescribable feeling of weightlessness, and she plummeted headfirst downwards.

The fine cracks created by the spatial tear scraped the girl's already injured and delicate skin, leaving it riddled with holes. She opened her mouth to try to breathe, but blood flowed back from her nose and mouth, choking her as if her chest was being scorched by thick smoke.

Am I going to die?
Death would be an easy death, but I can't die yet. No one will accept my cowardice. For the people around me, for revenge, for that home I use to numb myself, which is still unbuilt, I will not shed tears for the enemy.

But I don't seem to be the kind of protagonist who suddenly becomes incredibly powerful when faced with danger.
It's time to take a break.
"No. Ruoruo!"

Suddenly, a boy's urgent shouts reached my ears, sounding like fear and trembling, as if they could shake my soul.

Before Hun Ruoruo could even come to her senses, she was suddenly thrown into a familiar embrace.

In his desperation, Xiao Yan even forgot about his fighting spirit. He only knew that the girl seemed to be disappearing from his world. He ran for his life, his heart pounding like thunder.

It hangs in the sky, leaping up from the ground.

The terrifying body density brought about by the body tempering caused Xiao Yan to crash into the ground like a meteorite, but he never let go, like a wounded beast issuing a low growl as a warning to every enemy that tried to approach his territory.

"There's so much blood on you, Ruoruo."

Xiao Yan had never let out such a panicked roar, nor had he ever spoken so recklessly. He tried to press down on the bloody wounds on the girl's body, but only caused the wounds to burst open one after another like pearls from a broken string, turning into fine red lines.

Hun Ruoruo opened her mouth as if to say something, but was choked by the blood and froth rising in her throat, coughing violently. She whispered in a barely audible voice:

"I will come again."

Although it was a telepathic communication, it still seemed incredibly difficult, as if all their strength had been used up.

"That golden crow will come again. Run! Tell Master and the others to run!"

(End of this chapter)