Kui Luo came to Lu Yin's side and furrowed his brow. "She's still breathing, but she's not far from death. Her body is riddled with Blade Intent—it belongs to Xia Ji. An ordinary cultivator would be dead, and not just her. Even the Second Night King would have died. But there's a strange power inside her resisting the Blade Intent. I can't tell what it is, but it won't hold out for long. In the end, she'll still die."
Lu Yin gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. Xia Ji. It was Xia Ji's Blade Intent.
He knew Xia Ji hadn't deliberately tried to kill Ming Yan; she'd only been caught in the crossfire. But why did it have to be here? Why Black Street? Why did it have to be Ming Yan?
Fury and despair made Lu Yin tremble as he held Ming Yan. Right, the Jade Stone! He hurriedly took it from his Void Ring and crushed it. Mr. Mu—the only one who could save her.
"If you want what's best for her, kill her. Every inch of her body is being ravaged by Blade Intent. She's suffering the agony of a thousand cuts, yet she can't die. This is worse than death." Kui Luo spoke in a low voice, looking at Ming Yan with pity.
Lu Yin's body shook. He looked at Ming Yan. Even as she lay dying, her brows were knitted as she endured immense pain. The sight broke his heart. "Is there any way to ease it?"
Kui Luo sighed. "Unless you can freeze her injuries and the Blade Intent ravaging her, buying time to find an Absolute Expert, there's no saving her."
"An Ancestor?" Lu Yin asked hopefully.
Kui Luo couldn't bear to dash Lu Yin's hopes, but he still said, "Ancestors aren't omnipotent.