What If the Demon Flower Never Withers...
"You came at just the right time. The show is over now, so there's no need for you to exist anymore."
Lin Bai let out a sinister laugh and thrust his sword at Hu Xin'er.
Earlier, Lin Bai had said that the only reason he had kept Hu Xin'er alive was so she could watch this show.
Now that Lin Bai had killed Xuan Qing, the show was over, and the audience should leave as well.
Lin Bai's sword crossed a distance of a thousand meters and stabbed coldly and mercilessly toward Hu Xin'er's throat.
Hu Xin'er's expression changed drastically. She was utterly astonished that Lin Bai's expression could change so suddenly. He was practically an unpredictable demon god, shifting between joy and fury at will.
Buzz—
The sword came fiercely, cold and merciless.
Just as the sword reached Hu Xin'er, Lin Bai's expression suddenly changed. A trace of pain appeared on his face, and the Demon Flower in his eyes began to sway.
The Demon Flower in his eyes slowly began to wither.
Lin Bai's entire body suddenly weakened as if drained of all strength, and he collapsed in front of Hu Xin'er.
"The power of the Demon Flower is beginning to decline..."
A flash flickered through Lin Bai's eyes as a weakness that rose from the depths of his heart began to surface.
Hu Xin'er's face turned deathly pale. She had thought for certain that Lin Bai would kill her with this sword, but she had never expected him to suddenly weaken at this critical moment.
"His power is declining..." Hu Xin'er stared in astonishment at Lin Bai, who was gradually growing weaker before her.
Hu Xin'er did not act rashly. After a while, a vicious light suddenly filled her eyes.