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Chapter 114 Did I let you go?

The Lord of Nevernight suddenly looked up, his seven-colored pupils reflecting the silver lightning that tore through the sky, and then abruptly contracted!
The thunder was like divine punishment; wherever it passed, the torrential rain receded, and it even carved out a vacuum around the bamboo house.

As Fuying lightly touched the ground with her toes, thunder roared and struck the ground, like a silver snake dancing wildly, weaving a dazzling silver net on the ground with the help of the water's reflection!

Before the surrounding insects could even flee, they were all reduced to dust amidst the piercing "squeaks"!
The thunder illuminated the sky, tearing the night to shreds.

Fuying's long hair fluttered wildly in the raging wind, but she remained as steadfast as a pine tree, her back straight, her narrow eyes coldly fixed on the Nightless Marquis not far away.

He stared at the mountain of insect corpses and dust on the ground, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water, his knuckles white, his killing intent surging like a tide, and his seven-colored glass eyes filled with icy coldness.

The Marquis of Nevernight suddenly shouted, pointing his finger directly at the little dumpling in Qinglan's arms: "Kill that cub!"

Qinglan's expression changed drastically, and a storm raged in her gray-brown eyes.

His previously stiff arms suddenly tightened, holding Tuanzi tightly in his arms. His slender knuckles turned bluish-white from the force, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at Bai Cang and the others who were being manipulated by the illusion.

Fu Ying's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his figure moved like a ghost, suddenly appearing.

Before the Marquis of Nevernight could see clearly, he heard a sharp "snap" explode in his ear.

Fu Ying's pale hand, as if carrying the force of thunder, slapped him hard across the face. The wind from the palm stirred his trailing black hair, and five bloody marks instantly appeared on his pale cheek, the butterfly pattern flashing wildly.

“You are a Zerg, not a beast. If you want revenge, come at me.”

Fu Ying's voice was chillingly soft, and the lightning crackling around her fingertips made her beautiful, bewitching face appear even more piercing.

Suddenly, a piercing scream came from the sky!

The pterosaur formed from the starry sky had been circling for a long time when it suddenly swooped down, its sharp claws like hooks, and pounced on the dumpling in Qinglan's arms!

Fu Ying's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the Frost Whip in his hand suddenly lashed out, precisely wrapping around the pterosaur's claws.

Her five fingers suddenly clenched!
"boom--"

The pterosaur struggled violently in mid-air, but it was no match for the overwhelming force of the support. With a mournful cry, it crashed heavily to the ground, falling into the puddles and creating a huge splash!
In an instant, the pterosaur transformed into human form. He staggered to his feet, his eyes clearing as if he had broken free from some restraint. However, his eyes were filled with fear as he stared at the Nightless Marquis.

Clearly, he still vividly remembered what he had just done and had not forgotten it.

A low growl rolled from the throat of the Unnight Marquis, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Before he could utter a sound, Fu Ying's sharp gaze swept over him like a blade. The warning in his eyes made the Marquis of Nightless's body stiffen, as if his throat would be slit if he dared to speak.

He had no doubt about Fu Ying's brutality and was genuinely stunned for a moment.

The thunderbolts transformed into chains, winding along the accumulated water, wrapping around the beast bodies of Bai Cang and the others as if they were living creatures.

The sky suddenly darkened, and all that could be heard was the hissing sound of lightning cutting into flesh and bone.

"Click——"

The sound of bones breaking exploded one after another, and the giant beasts' spines seemed to be bent under the weight, their scales cracking.

Fu Ying showed no mercy. As the last bolt of lightning subsided, they all weakened and transformed into human form, kneeling in the mud. Their bodies bent over suddenly, each breath filled with blood and foam.

The puddles reflected their pale faces, and the lightning had left charred marks on their flesh.

As each memory returned to clarity, it flooded back into my mind like a tidal wave.

Every scene of the attack on Fuying replayed clearly before their eyes. Bai Cang, Teng, and the others trembled violently, their faces growing increasingly pale, as if all the blood in their bodies had been drained. They knelt in the puddles, swaying precariously, their slender fingertips digging into the mud.

Those deadly attacks that were used against her when she was manipulated by the Nightless Marquis now transformed into bone knives, tearing their internal organs to shreds. The scorch marks on their bodies from the lightning strikes were nothing compared to the pain in their hearts.

A sinister glint flashed in the eyes of the Unnight Marquis. He was decisive; seeing that he could not accomplish his goal today, he made a snap decision, turned around and left. His magnificent wings spread out, and in an instant, he had soared more than ten feet away.

He had planned everything meticulously, but he overlooked one crucial point.

Fuying became a sorcerer, and a sorcerer who could walk freely in the thunder. Even the swarms of insects that crawled out of the dark abyss were of little use and were all reduced to dust!
"Did I say you could leave?" Fu Ying's alluring voice, cold and piercing, rang in his ears.

The Marquis of Nevernight's pupils contracted sharply. Before he could react, his trailing black hair was pulled by a tremendous force, forcing him to tilt his head back and meet Fuying's indifferent eyes. The butterfly pattern on his cheek emitted an eerie, colorful halo.

The Undying Marquis stared intently at Fu Ying, his massive twelve wings retracting into his spine. His voice was filled with confusion: "Why is my butterfly powder useless to you?"

Fu Ying tilted his head slightly, and suddenly a hand chop struck the neck of the Unnight Marquis.

His vision went black, and before his consciousness faded, he vaguely saw her smiling and talking, her eyes reflecting his unfocused pupils, with a mocking look: "That's because, of course, there's nothing in this world that I'm afraid of."

Fu Ying dragged Buyehou into the bamboo house. When they passed Bai Cang and the others, she didn't stop, but just glanced at them and said, "What are you still standing there for? Feeling comfortable in the rain?"

Raindrops dripped down her long eyelashes, splashing tiny water droplets on the puddles.

Qinglan was the first to react, and carrying Tuanzi, she followed behind her, heading straight into the bamboo house.

The bamboo planks creaked softly underfoot. Suddenly, Fuying remembered something, stopped, and turned around.

Her narrow, upturned eyes, like hooks, were fixed on Luo Heng.

His eyelids were lowered, and the wet purple fabric clung to his neck, making his face appear even paler. His frail demeanor was completely different from Ni's gloomy mood. At this moment, he was not insane.

Fu Ying looked at him quietly, her charming voice mingling with the rain: "Luo Heng, come in."

Hearing her voice, he seemed to tremble. Before he could even look up, Teng had already grabbed his soaked sleeve and dragged him forward. Luo Heng staggered a couple of steps, and a string of water droplets fell from her purple hair.

Fu Ying caught a glimpse of this, a smile playing on his lips, and cast an approving glance at Chao Teng.

Teng Jin, who had been tense, finally relaxed a little, but when he thought about what he had just done, he lowered his head as if all his strength had been drained away, his Adam's apple bobbing, utterly dejected.

He hesitated, then turned back to look at Bai Cang, his brows furrowed, his dark green pupils flickering slightly.

Teng's lips moved slightly, and a barely audible sound escaped from her throat: "Aying, she..."

Bai Cangmi's beautiful face seemed to have been washed away by the rain, her long silver hair was wet and stuck to her back, the ends of her hair hanging down limply, and her amber eyes were covered with a layer of mist, even the usual bright color at the corners of her eyes had faded a bit.

He shook his head, his voice so soft it was as if he didn't want to disturb the rain: "Aying... won't blame us."

As he finished speaking, he looked up at the warm yellow light shining through the bamboo window. Rain dripped down his long eyelashes, turning into a cold glint in his eyes. His slender fingers suddenly clenched, and his knuckles turned a chilling bluish-white.

"Let's go." His tender voice was tinged with coldness: "What happened today must not be let off easily."

Bai Cang was filled with murderous aura, and he was also burning with anger. He had never been played like this before!

No, Night, Marquis.

(End of this chapter)