My enemies became my companions

Chapter 706 Let's Go (Part 2)

The official road, once hidden by trees, was now smeared with blood and flesh.

Deaths were caused by broken necks, excessive bleeding, and mutual destruction... corpses in various states of death, whether from rage, terror, or fear, were shattered by weapons.

boom.

Another person, unable to contain the blood gushing from his throat, collapsed to the ground. His body slowly twitched before stiffening.

No one paid any attention, because there were far too many corpses lying there. The Eastern Depot agents were struggling to round them up, while the members of the Demonic Sect were fighting like cornered beasts.

Xue Youge glanced around and saw that there were hardly any intact corpses on the ground. Bones were exposed, and bodies were disemboweled. The fighting was incredibly brutal. These members of the demonic sect must have been on some kind of drug, making a futile and frenzied resistance.

The people from the Western Depot were getting closer and closer, and he was almost burning with anxiety.

I didn't want to take action myself, lest I be caught off guard and suffer an unexpected setback, but now that the situation has become so entangled, I have no choice but to intervene.

"That damned bunch of thieves, we can't shake them off."

Xue Youge cursed, then surveyed the area again and discovered that although the members of the Demonic Sect were fighting incessantly, they seemed to be constantly shrinking towards a certain center, and they were fighting to the death without retreating.

Could it be that...

Is that...the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult?
Xue Youge's mind raced, but he quickly found the key: the reason these members of the demonic sect refused to surrender was simply to protect that extremely important person. A bunch of damned bastards had actually kidnapped the Holy Maiden.

A cold glint flashed in Xue Youge's eyes. He ignored the remaining members of the Demonic Sect who were still locked in combat, raised his hand and pointed to the relatively intact carriage that was being subtly protected in the center by the Demonic Sect members. He shouted in a shrill voice, "Raise the crossbows! Aim at that carriage! Quickly!"

Upon receiving the order, the guards who had been positioned on the perimeter immediately sprang into action. The mechanical clicking of the crossbows cocking their bolts filled the air as they were raised once more, their cold arrowheads aimed directly at their targets.

Seeing this, the Elder in charge of punishment was furious and roared, "Charge out! Protect the Holy Maiden!"

The remaining members of the Demonic Cult charged at the crossbowmen like madmen, but were blocked by layers of Eastern Depot agents. Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, several more souls perished, and they were unable to break through the defenses.

"Release!" Xue Youge swung his arm down hard.

hum!
A dense swarm of crossbow bolts, like a deadly bee swarm, tore through the air and instantly enveloped the carriage!
Just moments before the arrows were about to hit them, several of the closest members of the demonic cult jumped forward without hesitation, using their bodies to block the carriage.

puff!

The dull thuds of blades piercing flesh continued, and blood splattered across the carriage walls like splashed ink.

The cultists were instantly riddled with arrows, their bodies pinned to the carriage floor by the powerful impact, twitching slightly as blood dripped down, staining the entire carriage red.

Even so, many crossbow bolts still pierced their bodies or slipped through gaps, embedding themselves deep inside the carriages.

Xue Youge saw clearly that although the carriage was teetering on the brink of collapse from the arrows, it wasn't completely destroyed, and the people inside were probably still alive. Enraged, his face turned ashen. He stomped his foot and cursed, "Damn bastards!"

The torchlight of the Western Depot was already clearly visible in the distance, and even faint shouts could be heard. Time was running out.

A shadow crossed Xue Youge's eyes.

He couldn't worry about anything else; he had to... take matters into his own hands.

The crossbow bolt pierced through the carriage, and blood flowed from the cracks, dripping slowly and staining the carriage red.

The smell of blood at the tip of Yin Tingxue's nose... grew stronger and stronger.

Those crossbow bolts... were only a few feet away from her, and her life was just a few feet away from her death.

Yin Tingxue's head twisted; death was so close, far too close...

Death was so close that she felt no fear whatsoever.

Blood flowed slowly from the carriage, spreading to the ground.

She lowered her head, staring blankly at the blood on the ground, lost in thought.
So much blood… She had never seen so much blood before; it was all… blood shed for her life.

Why…

The woman's pale, lifeless face was facing Yin Tingxue. For a moment, Yin Tingxue thought of her mother, whose face had also been stiff when she died.

After the funeral, the female relatives and nannies said privately through tears that even after the princess died, she was still a Buddha statue. What great merit that was! But Yin Tingxue knew that it was because her appearance had been concealed. She watched her mother breathe her last. When her mother died, she was actually very weak and in great pain. She choked on her breath and could not breathe properly. So... when she stopped breathing, she died.

The faces of the dead are not beautiful; their eyes are always wide open, unable to close in peace, including her mother's.

A blood-dripping arrow was embedded in the carriage floor. Thinking of her mother's death, she was suddenly terrified—terrified that she would die a painful death, a death from which she could not rest in peace.
Why…

They're all coming to kill me...

I haven't been mean to anyone.

Yin Tingxue stared at the blood at her feet.

She suddenly remembered those whispered, respectful titles.

"Saint."

Yeah……

It turned out to be because of this.

She seemed to finally understand something.
Because I am the saintess of the demonic sect...

So damn it, right...?

She wanted to shout that she would no longer be the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, and that no one should kill her. But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she suddenly realized, "Yes, that's all I need to do. As long as I'm not the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, no one will kill me, and no one will die for me anymore."

The naive thoughts of a fifteen-year-old girl drove her numb body to move.

She abruptly threw back the blood-stained carriage curtain, stumbled off the carriage, and the sticky, warm blood under her feet made her unsteady, causing her to fall heavily onto the muddy, blood-stained ground.

The stench of blood, ten times stronger than inside the carriage, instantly enveloped her. Severed limbs were scattered haphazardly, and disemboweled corpses stared with empty eyes. Broken weapons were stuck in the bodies or discarded to the side, and the dark red blood had almost stained the entire official road brown.

What came into view was like the Asura Hell described in Buddhist scriptures.

Her pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size, her stomach churned violently, and even her fear was temporarily numbed by the horrific scene.

In the chaos, no one noticed her at first, and she stood there blankly until a sharp-eyed guard spotted an extra person and shouted hoarsely.

"Witch, it's that witch!"

A brief moment of dead silence.

Both sides in the fight were stunned for a moment by the figure that suddenly rolled out of the carriage.

Immediately, the remaining members of the Demonic Cult went berserk, desperately trying to rush forward and form a human wall. The already precarious defensive line completely collapsed, and the Eastern Depot agents took the opportunity to cut down several of them.

Meanwhile, more of the barbarians turned their blades and rushed toward the slender figure standing alone amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
Roars, screams, the clash of weapons, dying groans... countless sounds flooded into Yin Tingxue's ears like a tidal wave, making her eardrums buzz.

She looked at the ferocious faces rushing towards her, and at the followers who desperately tried to reach her but kept falling, and finally snapped out of her daze.

She suddenly remembered why she got off the bus and wanted to speak, but the smell of blood filled her throat, and when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.

"Protect the saintess!" "Kill that witch!"

"For the sake of the Venerable One! Protect the Holy Maiden!"

...She couldn't hear the loud screams. The fighting continued, the blood flowed endlessly, and the cacophony was enough to drown out everything. Amidst the blood and gore, all the voices revolved around the words "Holy Maiden".

No one would disagree that she was the holy maiden of the demonic cult.

Besides, if she isn't the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, then what is she?

All she wanted was to live like an ordinary person, to have her mother's embrace and a path she could walk on her own.

But she had no choice.

The moment the Bridge of Longevity was broken,
She was pushed off.

Blood splattered on the face, and the dark red water on the ground rippled, reflecting a blurry image of myself.

That face, like hers, was covered in blood and grime, and its eyes were empty.

A night breeze blew by, rippling the blood. Looking at her own bewildered state, Yin Tingxue seemed to awaken from a dream.
yes……

She didn't want to be a saintess of some evil cult...

But... compared to dying like this, it seems better to be the saintess of the demonic sect...

Yin Tingxue stood in the pool of blood, her fingers tightening little by little, as if trying to grasp something, yet grasping nothing at all.

She just wanted to live, that's all.

Like a pebble thrown into a still lake, in the instant of emotional turmoil, the meridians blocked by the broken Bridge of Immortality seem to be pried open little by little, and the various acupoints seem to be opened up.

Yin Tingxue stared blankly as she watched the bodies fall one by one in a daze. Her lips parted slightly, and her voice drifted into the stench of the corpses, indistinct from ear to ear.

If you don't want to die like this, you have to kill someone.

Pick up the sword, kill.
Whether it's deserved or innocent, it's still just... murder.

puff!
Blood gushed out in front of her as she watched a blood-stained sword cleave through a cultist who was trying to protect her, its cold light gleaming as it fell straight toward her face.

She could even see her own pale face reflected in the blade.

She reached out her hand to grasp the blood-stained sword.

The sword came with tremendous force, almost piercing her through, but at the last second it stopped abruptly, then fell limply downwards, clattering into a pool of blood.

The Eastern Depot agent, wielding a sword, turned pale and tried to cover his throat, but blood continued to gush out as he collapsed.

Yin Tingxue didn't have time to grab the blood-stained sword.

A dark shadow, like lightning tearing through the night sky, descended from the heavens at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive!

Then, a hand grabbed her hand.

"Little fox,"

let's go. "

Yin Tingxue trembled, and a tear slid down her cheek.

She didn't have time to identify who was in front of her, but the blood-stained sword fell to the ground, and it seemed that she... no longer needed to kill anyone, and could survive without killing anyone.

That cry of "Little fox," piercing through the blood and darkness, seemed to come from a distant past life.
It's as if at this moment,
They forcefully pulled her out of the abyss of ignorance.

The man grabbed her hand, turned around, and held his sword horizontally, protecting her like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

Xue Youge, the supervisor of the Eastern Depot, killed a member of the Demonic Sect with a single palm strike. He then looked up sharply at the figure that had suddenly entered the battlefield. After examining it carefully, he suddenly felt that the figure was somewhat familiar.

"Who is that?" he kept asking.

"Report, report, it's a centurion from the Western Depot, I think his name is Chen, Chen Yi or something."

"So it was him." Xue Youge sneered. "The West Depot still came after all. Fine, let me make my move."

The chaotic battle continued, with the agents of the Eastern Depot relentlessly attacking. Chen Yi casually used his sword energy to deflect the blades that approached him, and the blood mist was whipped up by the wind into a crack.

He gripped Yin Tingxue's wrist tightly, his fingertips still warm from the blade and wet with blood.
“Let’s go, little fox. We’re not staying here. Let’s leave this place and go to Yinjian Mountain, to somewhere else, to the ends of the earth.”

He didn't turn around, but he felt the girl behind him tremble, and then she gripped his hand even tighter.

The clash of swords and the shadows of blades lingered, blurred by the darkness of the night. It was impossible to tell what moves or techniques the man had used, but figures attempting to get close fell like wheat fields in the wind.

Xue Youge, the supervisor of the Eastern Depot, stepped over the corpses of the guards and leaped over. Knowing that he was indeed a capable commander, it was time for him to make his move.

He stared coldly at the man before him and demanded sharply, "Commander Chen, the Eastern Depot is hunting down the Demonic Sect, how dare you rebel here?"

A shout made the man pause, and just as Xue Youge saw that he had been stopped, he was about to launch a surprise attack.

The man shook his head, as if trying hard to remember, and said:

"Who are you? I seem to remember you... Never mind, I can't remember, just die."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Xue Youge had just finished listening and was still puzzled when he suddenly saw his neck being moved far away. When his head fell to the ground, he was horrified to find that his head had been removed and his body and head were separated.

All the sounds of fighting and shouting gradually subsided and then came to an abrupt end.

The guards stared intently at the head of the supervisor on the ground, his eyes wide open, still filled with astonishment and disbelief. Then they suddenly looked up at the black-clad youth who stood there with his sword sheathed, as if he had just casually swatted a mosquito.

Someone cried out first, their voice trembling with uncontrollable fear: "The Grand Eunuch... the Grand Eunuch is dead!"

"He killed the Grand Eunuch!"

“Run…run!”

The brief silence was broken by an even greater panic. The remaining agents of the Eastern Depot had lost all will to fight. Like sparrows startled into flight, they dropped their weapons and fled for their lives back into the dark forest they had come from.

They scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

The elder in charge of executions, his face covered in blood and still in shock, looked at the man who had so easily killed the head of the Eastern Depot, rose, walked over, and clasped his hands in a fist salute:
"Thank you, righteous man..."

"Don't shout, we're leaving. If you follow us, you'll all die."

"W-what..."

The survivors of the demonic cult stood frozen in place.

Chen Yi didn't even glance at the people from the demonic sect. He merely tilted his head slightly, feeling the subtle pressure from the cool little hand in his palm, and whispered, "..."
"let's go."

(End of this chapter)