"BOOM!!"
A thunderclap split the night sky. The old man playing the erhu at the bridgehead abruptly stopped his fingers and looked up toward the mountain on the east side. Horror showed on his gaunt face.
He glanced back at the girl on the ground. She was still breathing faintly, her body curled up in the rain, muscles twitching from time to time.
The old man walked over to Lingxi. "Child, could you take a message for me?"
On the hill at the other end, the gloomy Yin Sha was slowly dissipating.
The hill, once lush and green, was now gray and barren. All living things had withered, and the entire mountain felt lifeless.
Sakurai's body lay on the ground just five paces from Xiao Ran. In the distance, Casa knelt on both knees, no longer alive.
Only Rose was still standing, but the skin on her face had begun to sag, and her golden hair was falling out in clumps.
If she hadn't been leaning on her staff and constantly taking potions, she probably wouldn't have lasted this long.
Under Xiao Ran's curse technique, fortune, prosperity, longevity, wealth, luck, and karma were steadily stripped away. The longer someone endured it, the more they lost.
Rose was struggling even to breathe.
Six-Eyes' methods remained as savage and domineering as ever. Gales of Yin wind gathered and battered Rose's barrier. Each impact left her body swaying precariously.
"No... It can't end like this..."
Rose's voice was dry and hoarse. Defiance and madness flashed in her murky eyes.
She poured her remaining, nearly depleted mental strength—and the last of her burning life force—into the spell patterns at the top of her staff!
The staff hummed and burst with one final ring of blinding, ghastly white light, like the dying flare of