A black shadow flashed past.
A tremendous boom rang out, and an entire mountain was punched straight through.
As the sound of collapse thundered forth, the mountain crumbled outright.
Ye Lin stood in midair with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
That had been his handiwork just now.
As time passed, nearly half the demonic aura in the sky dispersed. Meanwhile, a rustling sound came from ahead. Zhang Yue'er's clothes were torn to shreds, exposing large swathes of fair skin.
Step by step, she walked toward Ye Lin. The scarlet glow in her eyes had already faded by half.
"Kill me. Please, kill me."
Zhang Yue'er pleaded. This was the first time she had seen hope—the first time she had seen hope for salvation.
She no longer wanted to be tortured. She no longer wanted to live a life worse than death every day.
Until now, Ye Lin was the first person capable of severely injuring her.
She saw hope, hope of breaking free.
"I'll grant your wish."
Ye Lin slowly raised a finger and pointed. This time, Zhang Yue'er did not resist. She spread her arms and gently closed her eyes.
In the end, a streak of Sword Qi pierced through her brow, and her Primordial Spirit was utterly destroyed by the Sword Qi at that moment.
A clear tear fell from the corner of her eye. Her expression was relaxed, as though she had cast off something, and her body slowly fell to the ground.
Heaven and earth returned to normal. The demonic aura dispersed, blue skies remained, and sunlight shone upon the land.
Ye Lin, however, wore a complicated expression. Then, as if sensing something, he took a black sphere from behind his back.
Staring at the black sphere and carefully examining the aura within