The improved female villains regained their memories.

Fate, fate!

She shouldn't have this fate, she shouldn't!

In that dream, Li Chumo emerged from the darkness and stabbed her with a sharp blade.

Then, blood engulfed her, and the image reflected in her despair was of Yunxi City reduced to ruins, corpses floating in the air, and the indifferent gazes of everyone...

Everyone in this world has something they want.

But what they want is often what they didn't originally have.

It's simply a matter of one becoming two, two becoming three...

The girl, however, is zero, a negative number. Unlike Xiao Qitian, that damned man, she doesn't even have the right to be an ant.

But, but!

Boom!

Upon hearing this, the girl felt her heart, formed from black fire, leap heavily.

Just like that day, when she was pushed down by the crowd, the fruit symbolizing redemption was scattered all over the ground.

It was as if on that day, she turned her head to look at the departing crowd, her wolf-like eyes gleaming with something.

Growing, a fierce wind called resentment stirs up raging waves.

Chapter 462 The Struggling Person

The sounds within the Demonic Sect were deafening: shouts, noises, and the sounds of fighting. The once orderly and disciplined Kongling Sect was nowhere to be seen; instead, it was a chaotic and filthy place.

Li Chumo stood on the stone steps again. The cloaked man appeared in the shadows, and in an instant, the light dimmed, and even Li Chumo's purple hair turned a lot darker. A thick, dim yellow light fell on her delicate face.

The cloaked man bowed his head: "This way, please."

Li Chumo looked at him coldly and stepped forward.

The agreed location was the cave dwelling of Li Yaoyang, the former sect leader of the Kongling Sect. It has now been transformed into the palace of the Demonic Sect leader. The Fulong Tree standing there, from its roots to its branches and leaves, has been infused with blood spiritual energy and turned blood-red, extending in lines like blood vessels and tendons in the human body.

Xiao Qitian stood under the tree waiting for her, his hand on the trunk, lost in thought. Huge branches drooped down, and the person bound was none other than the Flower Beauty Tree.

Her face was deathly pale, and her nine tails drooped, devoid of their iridescent glow.

The terrifying pressure was transmitted through the Fulong Tree. Li Chumo subconsciously stopped, and the cells in her body trembled. This was the first time she had seen Xiao Qitian in so many years. She never expected that he had become someone she could not understand.

She recalled the cloaked man's earlier claim of being the best in the world and became wary.

"You're here?"

After a long silence, Xiao Qitian lowered his hand, turned around and looked at Li Chumo not far away, and said in a calm voice, "You agreed to that condition, didn't you?"

"Yes." Li Chumo nodded. "As long as you can do it."

Xiao Qitian did not answer. He calmly straightened the wrinkles in his clothes, wiped his blood-stained thumb on his lips, and revealed a faint smile.

"The divine beast Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox is dead. Even if the Flower Face Tree has pure bloodline, it will be difficult for it to inherit the divine beast's supernatural powers. I have already checked, and the other party does not have that ability."

His voice calmed down again: "Resurrection is ultimately impossible."

"!!"

My heart started pounding again.

The intense heat surged to Li Chumo's head, causing his veins to bulge.

Are you kidding me?

“I’m not playing a trick on you, I’m just stating the facts,” Xiao Qitian said.

A surge of demonic energy erupted, and Li Chumo's voice turned icy: "You're courting death!"

An immense pressure crashed down like a torrential downpour, and the cloaked man beside him felt the air freeze, instinctively startled.

"How dare you!" he exclaimed, and then attacked Li Chumo.

Li Chumo sneered.

The next instant, the cloaked man was sent flying backward, his protective magic treasure turned to dust, and he was embedded in the wall next to him.

He coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his heart filled with horror.

Both being Earth Immortals, Li Chumo was only a half-step Earth Immortal, and his linear runes weren't even fully drawn yet, but he still possessed such strength.

Especially the sudden burst of energy from the opponent, so fast and fierce, it was as if time had been accelerated.

Li Chumo shook the blood off her hands, coldly looked at the heavily injured cloaked man, then glanced at Xiao Qitian not far away, and said, "You dare to play me for fools? Do you really think I care about this damned demonic sect?"

Xiao Qitian's lips twitched, his bloodied lips looking both rosy and terrifying.

“Resurrection is impossible, but there are many ways to bring someone back,” Xiao Qitian said. “If you don’t mind that Master is in a life-or-death situation, perhaps we can think of a way?”

Li Chumo's face was grim: "How could such a thing happen?"

Xiao Qitian nodded and said seriously, "Yes."

Recalling the urgent message from Zhiyuan, he remained silent for a moment before saying, "Absolutely."

Boom!

A thunderclap boomed through the dark clouds in the sky.

Dark clouds from the fox tribe traveled thousands of meters to descend upon this place.

The once clear sky darkened, even obscuring the sun. The noise within the Demonic Sect subsided a bit as everyone looked up at the light drizzle falling from the sky.

The Avengers are back, bringing with them a light rain and thunder.

Unlike the torrential rain in the fox tribe, the lingering drizzle drifted down with the wind, its pitter-patter sound like a beautiful melody.

The trees on both sides rustled. Below the Demonic Sect, in the werewolf army's roost, General Silver Moon sensed something, raised his head, and looked at the muddy road not far away.

A cool, damp breeze blew out from there, and her long, purple hair, like silk and a waterfall, cascaded down to her slender waist. Each strand of hair danced in the breeze, shimmering with a faint violet hue.

The girl walked over step by step, her eyes calm as an abyss, so dark that her emotions were impossible to discern.

Cold raindrops fell as a werewolf blocked her path, roaring, "Who!?"

The girl raised her hand, and the werewolf suddenly appeared ten thousand meters in the air before crashing down.

boom!

The previously restless wolf pack quieted down. Silver Moon blocked the girl's path, her voice low and menacing: "Linear emblem?"

The half-beast Silver Moon was enormous; looking at the girl was like a burly man of six feet looking at a child. The girl had no choice but to look up at him and ask, "Where is that woman?"

"That woman?" Silver Moon was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was referring to the Queen.

"Disrespecting the Queen is courting death!" Another of Li Chumo's personal guards roared as he charged forward.

The girl looked at the other person and reached out to shake their hand.

I'm afraid of getting it wiped.

The guard's eyes widened, and he felt as if his heart was being shattered. He immediately coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

Yin Yue was increasingly shocked, and her tall, muscular body instinctively shrank back: "You..."

The girl looked up, her tone unchanged: "Where is that woman?"

Boom!

A thunderclap resounded in the sky.

The first group of people who tried to stop them had already left, and the rest gathered in the square again. The injured cloaked man, the Lord of the Crows, Li Chumo, Xiao Qitian, and almost everyone except Song Ming had arrived.

Li Chumo looked ahead and asked coldly, "Are you sure you can use it?"

Xiao Qitian nodded: "If such a thing really exists, it means it's the power of your secret treasure. That guy could keep it a secret from us for so many years, so Master can do the same."

Li Chumo glanced at him slightly: "You know how to summon spirits?"

Xiao Qitian smiled but did not answer, saying, "Let's talk about it after we win."

Boom!

A light drizzle was falling when a clap of thunder suddenly echoed across the sky. A sound came from the stone steps not far away, and a purple-haired girl walked up them step by step.

The sound made Xiao Qitian and Li Chumo look over at the same time. As the person gradually revealed himself, they were still taken aback, even though they already knew about it.

There are actually such things in this world.

The person who had supposedly died ten years ago had actually appeared before them.

The members of the demonic cult were on high alert, gripping their weapons tightly. Just like ten years ago, a girl covered in blood came before them. But this time, the girl was not disheveled; her indifferent eyes seemed to regard her as an ant.

The sky was silent, with only the sound of raindrops falling on the buildings. The girl stood up and threw the severed head in her hand to the ground. Behind her, the long steps were covered with the corpses and blood of the demonic cult members.

Looking at the people and the scene around her, she felt as if she had returned to ten years ago.

revenge.

revenge!

revenge!!

Boom!

Rumble!

The thunder shook heaven and earth.

Li Chumo stepped forward and looked at the girl: "How did you survive?"

The girl stood there, untouched by the rain, and listened to Li Chumo's question, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

How did I survive?

"You're wrong. I never survived. I died long ago, in purgatory ten years ago."

She pointed at Li Chumo, and in an instant, a cold wind arose.

"I've just come back, crawling back step by step from the underworld."

The faint bitterness in his words, hidden in the wind, transformed into a fierce killing intent.

Li Chumo wanted to say something more, but Xiao Qitian spoke up first, "Why say so much? You don't have to fight her one-on-one this time."