Chang'e gazed passionately at the face of the man beside her. The wildness just now was something she had never experienced before...and a side of him he had never shown before.
Unable to resist, she cupped that masculine face in her hands and murmured, "You were so passionate."
He said nothing, merely pulling her into a tighter, stronger embrace.
She knew the man was preoccupied with the decisive battle. She couldn't help saying sorrowfully, "Yi, let's go...let's leave here, leave the Hou Tu Tribe, and find somewhere no one knows us."
The man's body seemed to turn to stone. He suddenly stopped moving.
She grew frightened, but saw that he was staring fixedly at her too. Gritting her teeth, she said, "I'm serious, Yi!"
"If I leave, what will happen to them?"
"Didn't you say that Chiyou was the most outstanding person in the Witch Clan? Wouldn't he be more suited to become the leader of the Witch Clan?"
Hou Yi sighed. "Practicing the Dutian God-Demon Array isn't as simple as merely finding the ancestral spirits... It requires lives—countless lives—to forge the God-Demon body. So many witch tribes disappeared. Do you really think it was because the ancestral witches fell in the previous war?"
"Chiyou actually..."
"He cannot fail." Hou Yi sighed. "The blood debt he carries could dye this entire sky red, so he absolutely cannot fail. I cannot fail either. The moment I do, this land will be dyed red as well. From the very beginning, this battle has had no victor for us."
Chang'e whimpered softly, "Do we really have to fight the Heavenly Court to the death... Is there truly no way for us to coexist?"
"Perhaps there was once." Hou Yi looked at the stars and stretched out five fingers, as if trying to grasp