With three supreme masters, they were invincible upon descending the mountain.

The tyrant of evil extended his right hand, and the black mist in his palm spun wildly.

It coalesced into a continuously collapsing black sphere.

"The game has begun."

He looked at Wang Shiyu and flicked his finger.

The black sphere exploded instantly, transforming into countless fine black energy lines, like living venomous snakes, shooting towards Wang Shiyu!

Before Wang Shiyu could even react, she was pierced through by countless black lines!

"ah!!!"

An indescribable, excruciating pain exploded from every cell.

She was lifted up by the black lines and suspended in mid-air, her body convulsing and trembling uncontrollably.

The eyes were being eroded by the dark purple color at a visible speed, gradually losing focus.

"Sister Shiyu!!!"

Ye Yaocheng's eyes were bloodshot.

He wanted to rush over, but the internal injuries left by the previous attack made every movement feel like being torn apart by a thousand knives.

But he gritted his teeth, staggered forward, and grabbed Wang Shiyu's convulsing body.

"Sister Shiyu...look at me...come to your senses..."

His voice trembled as he pressed his hands firmly against her trembling shoulders.

"I'm here...don't be afraid..."

A flicker of struggle seemed to cross Wang Shiyu's empty eyes.

Her lips moved, as if she were saying something.

The erosion by the black line actually slowed down by a fraction of a second.

"Um?"

The tyrannical ruler frowned in displeasure.

"Kid, the show hasn't even started yet, and you're already trying to cause trouble?"

He waved his hand casually.

A giant hand formed from black mist appeared out of thin air and slammed hard on Ye Yaocheng's back!

"Bang!"

Ye Yaocheng was sent flying, crashing into half of a broken wall, and was buried under the rubble.

"Cough cough..."

He dug through the rubble and crawled out, spitting out another mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

The tyrannical evil-minded man didn't even glance at him.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air towards Wang Shiyu.

"come over."

Wang Shiyu's body was dragged by an invisible force and instantly flew to the front of the evil tyrant.

The deep purple light had completely filled her pupils.

"Relax..."

The tyrannical evil-minded man nodded in satisfaction.

He raised his right hand high.

A beam of dark purple energy, over three meters in diameter, shot down from the giant eye in the sky, completely engulfing Wang Shiyu!

"ah--!!!"

Another heart-wrenching scream rang out.

Within the beam of light, Wang Shiyu's body twisted violently, and dense, dark purple patterns appeared on her skin, as if her meridians had been forcibly dyed.

The beam of light dissipated, and Wang Shiyu landed slowly.

When she opened her eyes, her pupils were a completely empty, dark purple, devoid of any emotion.

His body was surrounded by a ghostly purple flame, and every breath he took carried a heart-pounding energy fluctuation.

The energy casually poured in by the tyrannical evil spirit pushed her to a higher realm.

"good."

The tyrannical evil spirit examined his creation as if admiring a perfect work of art.

He raised his hand and pointed to Ye Yaocheng, who was struggling in the ruins.

"Now is the time for you to pledge your loyalty."

The voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable command.

"Go, kill him."

Wang Shiyu turned around stiffly.

His empty, dark purple pupils locked onto Ye Yaocheng.

She sat down stiffly.

"Sister Shiyu..."

Ye Yaocheng leaned against the crumbling wall and stood up, his voice hoarse.

Wang Shiyu paused, her dark purple eyes flashing intensely.

Something seemed to be struggling.

The tyrannical ruler frowned.

"Human love is such a damn troublesome thing."

He pressed down with his right hand again.

Another beam of dark purple light poured into Wang Shiyu's body!

"Well……"

Wang Shiyu's body trembled.

As the beam of light dissipated, the last trace of emotion in her eyes vanished completely.

Utterly hollow.

Completely numb.

She raised her right hand.

A dark purple energy condensed in his palm, transforming into a three-foot-long energy sword.

He raised the sword, aiming it at Ye Yaocheng.

The next second, Wang Shiyu disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of Ye Yaocheng.

A sword thrust out.

Ye Yaocheng's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his hand to block.

"clang!"

A loud bang of metal colliding rang out!

Ye Yaocheng was blasted away by the immense force and crashed into the ruins once again.

"cough……"

He lay on the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood.

The fracture in his right arm was more severe, and the excruciating pain made his vision go black.

But Wang Shiyu didn't stop. She reappeared like a ghost and slashed down with her sword.

Each sword strike carried terrifying power approaching the peak of the Golden Core stage; wherever the sword light passed, deep trenches were plowed into the ruins.

Ye Yaocheng could only dodge awkwardly.

But his severely injured body couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed at all.

In less than ten seconds, Ye Yaocheng was covered in blood and became a blood-soaked figure.

"Hahaha--!!!"

The laughter of the wicked tyrant echoed through the ruins.

"Kid, is my game fun?"

Ye Yaocheng suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!!!"

He roared, mustered his last bit of true energy, and lunged at the evil tyrant!

The tyrant of evil stood still, not moving an inch, his eyes filled with mockery.

Just as Ye Yaocheng was halfway there, Wang Shiyu suddenly appeared and kicked him in the chest!

"Bang!"

Ye Yaocheng was sent flying backward, crashing into a stone pillar and collapsing it.

The rubble buried him.

The tyrannical evil spirit shook his head with a smile.

"How's it going? Having fun now?"

Ye Yaocheng crawled out of the rubble, his face covered in blood, his eyes looking like he wanted to devour someone.

Resentment, murderous intent, anger.

All the negative emotions burned wildly in my eyes.

"Yes...that's the feeling."

The tyrannical evil spirit took a deep breath, as if savoring a delicious meal.

"Hate, be angry, unleash your killing intent. As long as you have negative emotions, they are power to me."

He turned to look at Wang Shiyu, a playful smile on his face.

"Once I make her kill you, I'll release the control and bring her back to her senses. What do you think her expression will be when she sees that she killed you with her own hands?"

"Collapse? Despair? Or... a deep-seated hatred for me?"

The tyrannical evil-minded man laughed loudly.

"At that time, her resentment will become my nourishment. There is no more wonderful thing in this world than this."

Ye Yaocheng stared intently at him.

The tyrannical evil man opened his arms as if in a sigh.

"In this world, for every yang there is yin, for every good there is evil; this is fate, and no one can escape it."

He looked into Ye Yaocheng's bloodshot eyes.

"You may claim to be righteous now, but you haven't reached your breaking point yet."

"When you arrive, you will become an evil even more terrifying than me."

Ye Yaocheng gritted his teeth.

"I don't understand justice, but I know I have something to protect."

"Anyone who dares to touch it... will die!"

The tyrannical evil spirit seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Well said!"

He opened his arms.

"Then come and kill me, I won't resist, but on the condition that..."

He pointed to Wang Shiyu.

"You have to get over her first."

He paused, then feigned a regretful expression, as if suddenly realizing something.

"Oh, I almost forgot, this is your girlfriend."

"But it's okay, if one dies, we'll just get another one."

"As long as we reach our goal, everything along the way... is just scenery, isn't it?"

Ye Yaocheng's fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

A sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

What should we do in this desperate situation?

If the three masters were in this situation, what would they do?

In a daze, it seemed as if a warm, large hand gently pressed on his shoulder.

Ye Yaocheng turned around abruptly, where his master's venerable face appeared.

His face was full of smiles, his smile was gentle, and his eyes were deep.

"Child, do as your heart desires."

"The rest is up to fate."

After he finished speaking, the master vanished like an illusion.

The confusion in Ye Yaocheng's eyes vanished instantly.

He looked at Wang Shiyu again, his eyes becoming incredibly firm.

It was at this moment that the tyrannical evil seemed to lose patience.

"The game should end now."

He waved casually.

"Kill him."

Wang Shiyu raised her sword.

With a flash, the sword pierced straight for Ye Yaocheng's heart!

This sword strike was as fast as lightning.

Ye Yaocheng did not dodge; he even removed his indestructible golden body that protected him.

He stood there with his arms outstretched.

"Master, this is my choice."

"Pfft!"

The sharp energy sword pierced his chest without any resistance.

The tip of the sword protruded from behind.

Fresh blood dripped down the blade.

Ye Yaocheng's body trembled.

But instead of retreating, he took a step forward!

He let the long sword pierce deeper, opened his arms, and hugged Wang Shiyu tightly.

Hold this cold, numb body, corrupted by malice.

"Sister Shiyu..."

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and though his voice trembled, it was full of tenderness.

"Brother, this time... I might really not be able to be with you..."

He trembled as he raised his blood-stained hand and gently touched Wang Shiyu's cold cheek.

"When you wake up, don't let negative emotions cloud your judgment. The one I love will always be that kind older sister next door..."

"Remember that..."

The words fell.

His hand fell limply to his side.

Her body leaned softly against Wang Shiyu.

Eyes slowly closed.

Wang Shiyu's empty, dark purple pupils contracted sharply.

Two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks without warning.

It dripped onto Ye Yaocheng's blood-stained shoulder.

"Um?"

The tyrannical ruler frowned.

"What are you still standing there for?"

"Destroy him completely."

Wang Shiyu didn't move.

She remained in an embracing posture, the long sword still embedded in Ye Yaocheng's chest.

But the tears flowed more and more.

"I said, destroy him."

The tyrant's voice turned cold.

Wang Shiyu remained unmoved.

She slowly raised her hand, trembling, and cupped Ye Yaocheng's face in her hands.

The movements were as gentle as if they were holding a fragile treasure.

The emptiness in her dark purple pupils gradually faded, replaced by shattered clarity and overwhelming pain.

"No...it's impossible..."

For the first time, the evil tyrant showed a look of shock.

"How could you possibly be conscious after I've poured so much evil energy into you?!"

Wang Shiyu ignored him.

She simply held Ye Yaocheng's face in her hands, tears streaming down her face.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"I hate this feeling!!!"

The tyrannical evil suddenly erupted in fury!

"Snap!"

He suddenly raised his foot, and the last Soul-Locking Chain snapped!

The nine chains were shattered!

The seal that had bound them for millennia has been completely broken!

"Why has no one ever treated me like this before? Why is this so unfair?"

He roared to the sky, and the black mist around him expanded wildly!

"I'm going to destroy all of this!!!"