Just then, the blood-red runes on Tang Ziran's and Lang Yue's foreheads spoke almost simultaneously.
"Ya Li, is that you? Yun Ming is dead, yet you're still alive. I've always wanted your soul and body, ever since you and he destroyed my Original Body."
"You think you can save them from me? Useless. All my Blood Demon Curse Kill needs is a single drop of Essence Blood to condemn someone beyond redemption."
"Even if Yun Ming came back to life, he couldn't stop me! You've ruined my plans. I'll be waiting for you. One day, you'll become my Blood Servant."
The two blood-red runes suddenly seemed to melt away. At almost the same instant, Tang Ziran's and Lang Yue's bodies turned scarlet. They opened their eyes together, but their eyes were filled with blood-red light.
"Dad! Mom!" Tang Wulin cried out, gripping his parents' hands tightly.
Sweat had appeared on Holy Spirit Douluo's forehead. White halos poured into Tang Ziran and Lang Yue with increasing force, yet they could only barely suppress the blood-red color spreading through their bodies.
"Quickly. Say whatever you need to say. I can only keep them lucid for a little while," Ya Li said, her eyes filled with anger, helplessness, and pain.
The Blood Demon Curse Kill was simply too powerful. More importantly, their enemy must have had some of Tang Ziran's and Lang Yue's Essence Blood.
If they had been Spirit Masters, she might have had a way to help. Spirit Masters had far stronger bodies. But they were ordinary people, and she was powerless. Their bodies were in terrible condition.
"No, no. Your Excellency, please, I'm begging you. Save them!" Tang Wulin pleaded, his voice shaking.
Ya Li closed her eyes in anguish. She had already done everything she could. She could use