Soul Power was depleted, and his mental power was overdrawn. The blood instinct was forcibly stimulated to fight against the evil spell of time, causing severe blood shock. This was an internal injury that was more troublesome than Soul Power being depleted. Although his vitality was replenished, his body had experienced repeated ravages of "accelerated aging-violent repair" and was extremely exhausted and fragile at this moment.
The combat power is not even one out of ten.
The "enchantment" also collapsed on its own due to lack of support.
Long Jinyu took a strong breath and looked at the twelve corpse slaves who were still standing still, staring blankly at this side.
"Ahem, everyone, I... am not as good as that senior."
His voice was hoarse, full of apology and compassion, and he clasped his hands together with difficulty, and the remaining Soul Power turned into a faint emerald green light, "I hope this little trick... can help you find a moment of peace and true liberation."
"What a miserable imprisoned soul..."
He closed his eyes and tried to touch the depths of those corpse slaves with his mental strength like the finest thread, "I heard the screams in your hearts..."
The soft green light falls like spring rain, covering the corpse slave.
He bit his fingertip, and a drop of blood mixed with a light golden luster oozed out. He guided it with Soul Power, and drew a complicated and ancient symbol in the air.
Using the blood as the guide and the remaining Ultimate Life power as the ink, a miniature purification circle lit up with difficulty under the feet of the corpse slaves. The light flickered on and off, as if it would be extinguished at any time.
The moment the light touches the corpse slave--
Countless layers of overwhelming pain, despair, resentment and unwillingness! It penetrated Long Jinyu's already fragile sea of consciousness!
His whole body was shaken violently, his face suddenly turned pale and transparent, the veins on his forehead popped out, and blood seeped out from his clenched teeth.
He "saw" it, saw their last fears in life, saw their loved ones dying tragically in front of their eyes, saw every bit of torture of being made into puppets alive, saw their souls imprisoned in a decaying body, and listened to Evil Soul Master's hideous laughter and filthy words day after day...
That is a darkness deeper than death.
"Uh... hang on..."
Long Jinyu almost fell to his knees, but he held on to his clasped hands and allowed the mental depression to continue.
He can't stop. This is a promise and a cause and effect that he must bear.
The filthy black air Sisi evaporated and dissipated in the blue light. The iron-gray skin of the corpse slave gradually regained some human color, the long purple-black nails slowly fell off, and a small cluster of weak but warm nine-color flames lit up in the empty eye sockets.
One, two... twelve corpse slaves, subtle fluctuations began to appear on the gray and defeated faces. Pain, confusion, deep-seated hatred, and finally... a Sisi clarity that seemed like another world away.
They slowly turned their necks and focused their eyes on Long Jinyu, who was almost exhausted. Although they could not speak, the emotions conveyed in those eyes burning with nine-colored flames were complicated and difficult to describe.
"... sorry."
Long Jinyu smiled and said in a voice as soft as a whisper, "I couldn't... leave you the chance to kill him with my own hands... but... you are... free..."
The twelve figures seemed to have received silent instructions. Their movements were still stiff, but with a strange coordination. They walked to Long Jinyu, stretched out their hands that were once stained with blood but were now enveloped by the power of purification, almost holding him, and lifted him to sit on a slightly flat bluestone next to him.
Then, they took a few steps back, and twelve figures faced him, kneeling deeply on the ground.
When the head touches the ground, Jiujiu cannot afford it.
After a while, their bodies started from the edge and turned into countless crystal soft light spots, rising slowly, blending into the cold moonlight, and finally dissipated without a trace.
Only the faint warmth remaining in the air proved that they had existed and finally found peace.
Long Jinyu leaned against the cold stone, looking at the direction where the light spots dissipated. The smile at the corner of his mouth finally couldn't hold on anymore and turned into a long sigh.
Holding on to the rock, he stood up unsteadily, followed the path he came from, and staggered back to the hellish cave.
The brain is buzzing due to excessive overdraft, and every cell is screaming and urging: It is not suitable to stay here for a long time! Leave immediately! The forces behind Evil Soul Master may be here in an instant!
Reason told him coldly that Shrek City must be withdrawn at full speed without any delay!
He took one last look at the depths of the cave. The piles of corpses, especially the two small figures impaled on the stalagmites, stung his eyes like needles. Compassion and intolerance gnawed at his heart, and a strong sense of powerlessness came over him again.
He bit the tip of his tongue hard and used the pain to remind himself: 'Let's go! Now is not the time to be soft-hearted!'
'You have to go back alive! Sister Xiaotao is still waiting for you, Medical Pavilion needs you, and those who trust you are waiting for you! Impulsiveness and excessive kindness will only kill yourself here and let everyone down!'
Weigh the pros and cons and protect yourself, this is the law of survival. He is cute, but not stupid.
Soul Power gathered together with difficulty and tried to rise into the air. Just when he was about to leave the ground--
Suddenly, at the edge of mental perception, an extremely weak but extremely familiar vast aura passed by. That aura was hidden in the darkness, as quiet as an abyss.
The movement about to take off suddenly froze.
Long Jinyu's feet hanging in mid-air slowly fell down. He stood in the mess on the ground, the night wind blowing through his blood-stained silver hair and torn clothes. The struggle and rush on his face gradually subsided, replaced by a determined calmness.
He turned around, no longer looking at the night sky, but facing the dark cave.
No more hesitation, no more weighing.
Since there is a "guardian" hiding on the side, this little time... he can't afford to "waste", and he must "waste"!
Dragging steps as heavy as a mountain, he walked towards the hell on earth again.
The remaining Soul Power and mental power were squeezed out again, and the fingertips lit up with a faint emerald light.
'Finish it as soon as possible... Leave as soon as possible. There will be someone to protect you, so you should be fine.'
He thought silently in his mind, both to convince himself and as a final order.
He flew under the stalagmite. His movements were incredibly gentle, and with one hand and one hand, he carefully removed the cold, broken body from the sharp stalagmite, and held it tightly in his arms. The touch was cold and piercing, and penetrated to the bottom of his heart.
"Don't be afraid anymore..."
His voice was extremely hoarse, but it had a strange tenderness, as if he was coaxing an uneasy baby to sleep, "The bad guys have been beaten away... I will take you... home."
The last brilliance of Ultimate Life flowed out from his arms, like the gentlest veil, wrapping them up, repairing the terrible wounds, and washing away the remaining resentment and fear. This was the last bit of dignity and tenderness that he could give them with all his strength.
The light gradually bloomed, illuminating the piles of corpses in the cave and also illuminating Long Jinyu's face, which was as pale as paper but unusually peaceful.
The purification begins.
Not just these two babies, the light spread like ripples, gently brushing over every corpse and every hanging human skin. The grievances were soothed, the pain was soothed, and the ferocious faces gradually relaxed, as if they had fallen into eternal sleep.
This process consumes the last of his concentration and strength. He feels that he is being completely hollowed out, his consciousness begins to blur, black spots appear on the edge of his vision, and the strength to support his body disappears rapidly. The small body in his arms gradually becomes lighter and shimmers, but there is a hint of relief at the corner of his mouth.
Finally, the last corpse turned into a point of light and floated up. The disgusting smell in the entire cave was swept away, replaced by a freshness like a mountain forest after the rain. There were even stubborn moss in the corners, sprouting little bits of new green.
Done.
Long Jinyu staggered a step, and the two light groups in his arms were like returning fireflies, flying lightly, circling around him, and then sank into the top of the cave and disappeared. Unable to hold on any longer, he slowly slid to the ground with his back against the cold rock wall.
Soul Power was completely exhausted, like a dry and cracked riverbed. His mental power was overdrawn to the limit, leaving only endless darkness and dull pain in the sea of consciousness. The blood shock and internal injuries that he had just suppressed erupted in full force. His throat felt sweet, and blood uncontrollably overflowed the corners of his mouth, dyeing his chin and clothes red.
His vision completely darkened, and all that was left in his ears was his own heavy breathing and the roar of blood rushing through his temples. His five senses became extremely dull, and even the sound of the night wind blowing the leaves outside the cave seemed distant and unreal. He was like a sinking boat with countless big holes, slowly sliding into the abyss of unconsciousness.
After resting for less than half a stick of incense, he stood up with difficulty and walked towards the entrance of the cave. His heart was strangely calm, and he even had a faint sense of satisfaction after fulfilling his promise.
But at this most vulnerable and defenseless moment--
A strange black shadow, thicker than the night and without any warning, seemed to seep out of nothingness and silently descended behind him.
Long Jinyu didn't have time to react.
"Pfft--!"
The muffled sound of a sharp blade penetrating flesh was particularly clear.
He lowered his head in confusion.
A sharp long object, as black as ink, neither gold nor wood, entwined with an ominous aura, pierced from his back and came out from the center of his chest without any hindrance! With a "snatch" sound, it was deeply nailed into the ground a few steps in front of him! At the end, there was still his warm blood that shone with a light golden luster, trembling uncontrollably.
He was stunned, then subconsciously raised his hand and touched his heart. His tentacles were warm, sticky, and hollow.
His fingertips followed the warm sticky feeling and pressed directly on the edge of the hideous blood hole on his chest, feeling the broken flesh and broken ribs.
His palms were filled with his own blood.
My chest... is already empty.
A huge hollow feeling, accompanied by a belated, soul-rending pain, swept through his last consciousness.
At the moment before his consciousness sank into the boundless darkness, in the deepest part of his heart, where even the severe pain could not touch, there was a faint emerald-colored light particle that trembled slightly.
Like the eyes of a seed that was watered with blood and barely opened in the middle of death.
'It really... hurts.'
'Why... don't you save me?'
Vision quickly becomes blurry and dark.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He fell straight forward.
The blood quickly spread out under him, soaking into the new moss and dyeing the clean ground red.
The long silver hair was stained with dust and blood, spreading silently on the cold ground.
Inside the cave, the last bit of purifying light happened to be completely extinguished, returning to darkness and deathly silence.
Only the strange black object was stuck straight on the ground, reflecting the dim light seeping from nowhere.