Chapter 53

Chapter 053: Not Yet Finished

Fourth Layer of the Ancient Battlefield Space.

Yue Hongling’s injuries were healing quickly, thanks to eighty-one Fearless Divine Seals that could attack, defend, heal, and explode.

However, regrowing a completely severed hand wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.

No matter.

The Vermilion Bird had already left her; who knows where it went.

She had her own things to take care of.

Her mood was really low.

That bright and charming face of hers was now all droopy, looking so uninspired, you wouldn’t guess she was someone who could battle fiercely.

She was done for!

Yue Hongling felt utterly miserable.

She’d just turned back to look at the past and felt like the biggest idiot on the planet.

It was a level of stupidity that was just beyond all help.

How long had she known Feng Wuxie? And yet, she trusted this Demon Clan member so deeply, beyond belief!

She knew her Senior Brother all too well, how good he was to her.

Yet despite knowing just how good he was, she had fixated on this… this white moonlight…

Yue Hongling couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

A blackened, rotten white moonlight—she had become a Great Emperor and was still hung up on it.

The more her Senior Brother treated her well, the more she felt he was just making up for something, giving so much just to make up for his debt to her.

Hahaha…

“Feng! Wuxie!”

The three words cut through the air like a chilling wind from the depths of hell.

She was going to find Feng Wuxie; she wanted to carve him with a thousand blades and then go apologize to her Senior Brother.

As long as her Senior Brother was willing to forgive her, she would do anything for him, even if it meant dying!

Even death didn’t scare her.

Her Senior Brother was kind; as long as she kept apologizing…

But no, she couldn’t just do that; her Senior Brother liked her cute and silly side the most.

A water curtain appeared in front of Yue Hongling, and as she looked at her reflection, a smile formed on her face.

No, that smile wasn’t right.

She tried another smile.

Still not right.

Where was her innocence?

Where was her cuteness?

In that moment, Yue Hongling suddenly understood. It turned out her cuteness had only appeared because she was in a state of happiness.

And now? Where was there any cuteness left?

She waved her hand to disperse the water curtain, her eyes flashing with a cold glint, tinged with faint blood red.

Feng Wuxie, just you wait!

You’re going to pay for this!

Feng Wuxie was in a panic.

He really couldn’t comprehend how the encirclement had transformed into this situation. So many Tianjiao, so many who were unapproachable for him—how come none of them managed to finish off Yue Hongling?

Seriously, were they just that useless, or what?

How could there still be a Demon Clan member here to save her?

And what about the Little Dragon King and the Broken Blade Demon—those names were thunderingly famous, but look at the results!

The ones who died were a total disgrace, utterly pathetic.

It was hard to imagine that this gang of legendary figures was all pomp and no circumstance.

Feng Wuxie was almost dying of anger.

He was about to explode, and the monsters and demons around him were on the brink too.

The Demon Clan had become everyone’s target; why would a Demon traitor even exist? Yue Hongling had been cornered, and then out of the blue, a powerful Demon Clan member pops up and rescues her.

And the Demon Clan even claimed to not recognize that firebird.

The firebird was even stronger than the Little Dragon King, yet you demons say you don’t know it?

Are you fooling around with idiots here?

If it weren’t for this cooperative ambush, which truly cost the Demon Clan the most, other groups were starting to suspect this might be a setup by the Demon Clan.

Were the Demon Clan and the Human Clan in cahoots?

With no way to vent their anger on the Demon Clan, they could only take it out on Feng Wuxie.

The Demon Clan was ready to turn Feng Wuxie into dust on the spot, while the Ghost Clan was preparing to extract his soul. But the God Clan intervened.

“Calm down, this Feng Wuxie is still useful,” said a member of the God Clan named Shui Ye.

“Useful for what? Yue Hongling has seen through Feng Wuxie’s situation; how could he possibly get her forgiveness?” a furious Demon Clan member shouted.

“He won’t get Yue Hongling’s forgiveness, but now he has become the person she hates the most. I saw it clearly; it seemed Yue Hongling supported him while missing something very important, and now she finds herself in this situation.”

“It’s apparent she’s tormented by whatever it is she missed.”

“In other words, Yue Hongling thoroughly hates Feng Wuxie to the core.”

“If nothing changes, she hates him way more than we do, she probably wishes for nothing but to eat his flesh and skin him alive. So, we can play with that angle.”

Shui Ye’s eyes sparkled with wisdom.

“What you mean to say…”

“Exactly, love can be a trap, and so can hate.”

Feng Wuxie’s heart soared with joy.

So, does that mean he could live again?

But unexpectedly, Shui Ye casually shot him a glance.

“A piece of trash like him, I despise. Just let him live; the rest, feel free to unleash your anger!”

The grin that had just appeared on Feng Wuxie’s face froze abruptly.

“No…”

“No, you can’t do this to me…”

A tall member of the Demon Clan stepped forward and instantly tore a chunk of flesh off Feng Wuxie and started to eat it.

Blood was gushing everywhere.

The horrifying screams erupted.

The surviving monsters and demons poured all their pent-up rage onto Feng Wuxie.

For them, his screams were nothing short of the sweetest music.

Shui Ye showed a hint of reluctance, releasing strands of blue light to help heal Feng Wuxie.

“Take it easy, take it easy, don’t kill him.”

“Don’t rip his arms off, you moron; it’s hard to reattach those!”

“Don’t step on his, uh… you know, you can kill him that way!”

They tortured him for a full hour, and Feng Wuxie didn’t even have the strength to scream anymore.

He woke from unconsciousness into pain, then slipped back into unconsciousness from pain.

His entire body was drenched in blood, not a patch of skin unmarked, not a fragment of flesh intact.

Shui Ye continuously helped him heal, barely pulling him back from the edge of death.

“I imagine your anger has subsided somewhat, so I’ll be taking this person away now. If there’s a chance, I’ll get in touch again, and we’ll hunt Yue Hongling. Next time, she absolutely won’t escape!”

…

After some time passed.

Feng Wuxie was all swollen, his skin inflamed, filled with white fluid, so thin that it could conform to a proverb—like skin that could burst with a light touch!

If he wasn’t careful, a little burst of his skin sent him writhing in agony.

But he couldn’t move too much; if he did, more skin would break, and the pain would intensify.

After their fun torturing him, the anger had waned a bit, but Shui Ye’s had not.

Now, Feng Wuxie was once more in front of the newly entered members of the God Clan.

A new hunt was about to begin.