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Chapter 142 I will protect him to the end!

Sang Jie's pupils suddenly contracted, and she let out a "hoarse" gasp.

She staggered back two steps, as if using all her strength to look at her chest. There wasn't even any blood seeping from the large hole; instead, a ring of ice crystals spread out from her chest, even refracting a rainbow of colors in the morning light.

"..." Sang Jie opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately she had no strength. The ice crystals quickly enveloped her entire body, and then, in the horrified gazes of everyone, her body... shattered.

"Wow--"

Sang Jie's body shattered into pieces, and along with it fell to the ground numerous silk threads, as well as clothes, prey, beast cores, and other items, all of which had fallen from her illusionary world.

Fu Ying casually tossed the purple curls on Ni's chest and turned to look at Yu Yu.

The snipe's pupils contracted, and it gasped.

In this situation, how could this female remain so calm and kill Sang Jie with a single blow?
Yu Li's gaze was like a cold blade, carrying a hint of hatred as she coldly swept over Fu Ying.

Without uttering a word, he strode across the ruined altar, the rubble crumbling into dust beneath his feet. Judging from the chaos, he intended to take advantage of the situation and flee with Wu.

With a flick of his finger, Fu Ying unleashed another arrow that pierced the air, heading straight for Yu Yu's throat!
The sandpiper's brownish-yellow pupils contracted violently, and it screamed in fright, transforming into a colorful sandpiper and soaring into the sky. However, in the next instant, an arrow shot out like lightning, and a shrill scream rang out.

Feathers, mixed with warm blood, fluttered down from mid-air.

Fu Ying didn't even glance at Yu Yu's fallen corpse. Just as she was about to follow Yu Li, she heard the crisp sound of vines breaking all around her. Beast shadows had already broken through the vines and were pouncing.

With a flick of her wrist, the Frost Whip shot out, tracing a sharp arc through the air!
As the whip's tail swept across, frost splattered everywhere, spreading across the ground. The orcs charging at the front couldn't avoid it in time; the moment their claws touched the whip's wind, the frost spread rapidly along their claws!
In the blink of an eye, the ground was covered with a thin layer of ice, which shimmered with a cold, eerie light in the morning sun.

The biting cold caused a group of orcs to roar and retreat violently.

Fu Ying's narrow eyes swept coldly over the crowd, her red lips curving into a bewitching smile.

Her alluring voice was extremely piercing: "I have no intention of killing you. If you know what's good for you, leave quickly."

"As for the corrupt orc you want to kill, he is my beloved beastman and the father of my cubs. He has never harmed you, yet you are trying to exterminate him out of fear. How ironic is that?"

"Today, I will make the entire beast tribe of the Northern Mountains remember—"

Even if it means going against the entire orc continent, I will still stand in his way and protect him to the very end!

Fu Ying's fingertips were wrapped around a long whip, and his gaze swept over everyone inch by inch.

"If you continue to cause trouble, don't blame me for... making an example of you."

The moment the words fell, the long whip shot out, and with a "boom," a hideous ravine was torn open, shards of ice scattering everywhere, and a chilling aura emanated from it, as if a deep crack had been drawn out.

The strength that Fu Ying displayed was in no way inferior to the peak strength of the Nine-Star Patterned Beastman, and even slightly superior. The Beastman warriors showed fear and involuntarily took several steps back.

They hadn't forgotten that behind this terrifying female stood a nine-star extreme realm beast master and a seven-star patterned beast master! Both possessed considerable strength!
Even if several tribes join forces to besiege and kill these three people, they will inevitably suffer heavy casualties!

To risk the lives of so many elite warriors to hunt down a fallen orc who hasn't shown himself is a bad deal. As the female said, the fallen orc hasn't harmed them at all.
Seeing that the orcs were beginning to retreat, Fuying parted her red lips slightly, as if to add another handful of firewood.

Although she was not afraid of these beastmen, this was, after all, the Beast World Continent, which was governed by the laws of the Beast God. If she killed too many beastmen, her foreign soul would suffer a backlash.

The moment the thought of embracing the pillar arose, a tearing pain suddenly shot through his chest!
Warm blood gushed from his body, crashing onto the cold ice. Each drop hissed as it burned, its heat seemingly capable of melting the entire ice layer.

Fu Ying frowned, looking down at the bone knife that had almost pierced her heart.

Familiar patterns, cold touch.

She suddenly turned around, her once stunningly beautiful face now drained of color, her pale lips slightly pursed.

Her gaze followed the blood-stained hilt of the knife upwards, where a pair of slender hands trembled violently. Further up was a face radiant with spring-like allure, purple hair and eyes, exuding a subtle fragrance—exquisitely beautiful. However, this familiar face, once whispered sweet nothings and entwined in tender embrace, was now devoid of its cold, lifeless chill; the timid curve of its brows twisted into a strange, frenzied madness.

His purple eyes churned with a chilling madness and murderous intent.

Fallen rhizome.

"Aying—"

Qinglan was horrified, her gray-brown eyes filled with a storm of emotions!

He never expected the rebels to turn against him under these circumstances!

Qinglan staggered forward, trembling as she tried to hug Fuying, but seeing the bloodstains on her body, her hands hovered in mid-air, trembling violently, her fingertips spasming as they curled and unfolded, never daring to fall.

The blood stung his eyes, as if she would disappear at the slightest touch.

A line of crimson blood spilled from Fu Ying's lips. She stared at Luo Heng, her fingers suddenly gripping his hand holding the knife. She abruptly pulled the bone knife from his heart, and blood spurted out, splashing onto Luo Heng's face and into his eyes.

He seemed to be possessed, his whole body convulsing violently, like a puppet being controlled by invisible threads.

The madness in her purple eyes cracked inch by inch, surging forth pain and a deeper obsession. The two different gazes intertwined repeatedly, like water plants entangled in a torrent, swaying wildly.

Fu Ying chuckled softly, her chest heaving as large patches of crimson blood soaked through her clothes. She seemed oblivious to the pain, turning her head to look at Luo Heng. Her blood-stained lips parted slightly, and the words she uttered were tinged with blood.

"So...you really wish I were dead?"

"This is a good opportunity."

Her voice trailed off in the choked blood, but her long, narrow eyes curved into an even deeper smile.

"Aying...don't scare me, don't scare me..."

Qinglan finally reached out and pulled her into his arms. His usually steady hands were now bulging with veins, but he only dared to hold onto the blood-stained hem of her clothes, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

"Aying... I... I'm looking for a shaman, the most powerful shaman to save me..."

Qinglan's pale lips trembled, her ethereal yet broken voice stuck in her throat.

He suddenly trembled violently as if stabbed by a sharp blade, his body convulsing in pain, because he realized with despair that the person leaning against him at this moment was the most powerful shaman on the orc continent!
The jade beads in Qinglan's hair collided wildly as her body trembled, the crisp sound like a mournful cry.

Fu Ying's blood-stained fingertips gently touched Qing Lan's face, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Don't cry."

She shifted her gaze from Luo Heng to the duck not far away.

Yu Li had already rescued him, but at this moment he stood frozen in place, his golden-red eyes fixed on this side, churning with a terrifying undercurrent, and his sharp aura could almost cut anyone.

A mocking smile curved Fu Ying's lips. One by one, they all wanted her dead.

Suddenly, a sharp and dazzling light flashed from her fingertips. With a sweeping motion, she severed the vines binding the wandering orcs beneath the broken altar at the root. The intense pain in her chest made her tremble all over, and she coughed up another mouthful of blood.

She watched the orcs scatter and flee, her smile growing even more alluring.

"I promised to get revenge for you..." Fu Ying whispered in Qing Lan's ear, then suddenly gripped his wrist tightly.

The dazzling golden scroll tore apart with a snap, shattering into countless golden rays. In the blinding halo, Qinglan could only see her unfocused eyes, causing him excruciating heartache.

(End of this chapter)