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What does this mean?
What has happened?
On the battlefield, chaos erupted as everyone panicked and scattered, desperately trying to escape this sudden predicament.
Outside the battlefield, the elders of the Four Houses and powerful figures from various factions gazed at the blood-red barrier, their expressions changing drastically. Amidst their fear, there was a deep sense of unease.
It was the formation of the Evil Spirit Cult—this is bad!
Damn the Evil Spirit Cult! Have they gone mad, trying to exterminate our Tian Jiao?
Amidst the chaos on the battlefield, Su Chen's gaze pierced through the turmoil, fixating on the enormous and bizarre blood-red formation in the sky.
What a grand scheme! He was secretly astonished; such a layout clearly aimed to capture all Tian Jiao in one fell swoop.
It seems there are Evil God Masters lurking within.
Lin Aoxue frowned, even though her mouth was guarded, the Evil Spirit Cult had its own unknown infiltration methods.
But what could their purpose be?
Evil God Master?
Su Chen furrowed his brow at this mention; he only knew of Evil Curse Masters, but it sounded like Evil God Masters were even more sinister.
At that moment, above the blood-red barrier, two figures stood silently like twin stars in the dark night.
Wang Hui wore a black gauze dress, her graceful figure flickering in the breeze, exuding an indescribable allure and danger.
Beside her stood a young man in red, with silver hair cascading like a waterfall and eyes that revealed a chilling malice.
Wang Hui looked at him with eyes full of reverence and anticipation.
"Saintess, your contributions are indispensable this time. Once I successfully refine all Tian Jiao here and collect their souls into the Ten-Thousand Soul Banner, I will take you back to the Holy Church to request marriage from my father."
"Thank you, Holy Son." Wang Hui's eyes flashed with an unmistakable surprise upon hearing this.
Ever since Qin Chuan's fall, she had been seeking new protection.
During a ceremony at the Holy Church, a golden beetle she had nurtured unexpectedly flew out, and at that moment, the Holy Son recognized it as belonging to the royal family of the Primordial Demon Worms and immediately requested guidance from his father, granting her the title of Saintess. Since then, she had closely followed the Holy Son like a shadow.
At this moment, a trace of coldness flickered in Wang Hui's eyes, barely noticeable.
She stood behind the Holy Son, her gaze flickering with complex emotions, a mix of reluctance and determination.
She understood well that the Holy Son's so-called affection for her was merely a covetous desire for the bloodline of the Ancient Demon Insect Royalty. Since that ritual, the Holy Son had been feeding her blood to the Dark Insects, attempting to control this powerful force. To him, she was nothing more than a pawn on his chessboard, merely waiting for the moment when the Dark Insects matured and she would be discarded.
What the Holy Son did not know was that the Ancient Demon Insect Royalty possessed an unbreakable loyalty; once it was recognized, it would never betray.
A fierce glint flashed in Wang Hui's eyes. Suddenly, her dagger sliced through the air like lightning and plunged into the Holy Son's heart from behind. Blood instantly stained the dagger, dripping slowly down its blade.
The Holy Son's expression changed drastically, disbelief mingling with cold fury as murderous intent radiated from him like a tangible force.
"You seek death!" he roared, striking out with a palm. A tremendous power surged forth like a mountain torrent, sending Wang Hui flying against the barrier's edge. She coughed up blood, landing in a disheveled heap.
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