The ancient demon looked extremely pleased with himself. "Well? Even your final trick has been seen through. What can you do now? If you know what's good for you, surrender quietly, and you can suffer a little less."
"Dream on."
Lu Ying'er was both shocked and furious. She had already thrown even her life away, yet she had still fallen one move short. Her heart brimmed with grief and indignation, but she would never let herself be captured without a fight. "Fellow Daoists, now that things have come to this, there is only a fight to the death. Risk everything against these ancient demons. Kill one, and we break even. Kill two, and we profit."
"Fight? What will you fight with? A mere Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator—I could send you to the Underworld with one hand. But I won't kill you. I'll take you alive and turn you into a demonized puppet. The dignified master of Baisuan Pavilion—surely that will be very interesting."
Lu Ying'er's heart went cold. What a vicious ancient demon. If that happened, not only would she be unable to live yet unable to die, it would also be an immeasurable blow to the morale of the entire Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces' resistance.
Think about it: if even the dignified master of Baisuan Pavilion had been turned into a demonized puppet, what meaning would anyone else's resistance still have?
And yet at this moment, she could not even self-destruct. Lu Ying'er's face turned deathly pale.
She was starting to lose her composure. After all, no matter how strong someone was, there was always a limit. She had risked everything, not even caring for her life, yet she was still restrained at every turn by the ancient demons.
First it had been the Teleportation Array. Now