The Mother and Daughter Turn Against Each Other?!

Bibi Dong suddenly pointed at Lin Xia, who was lying silently on the bed, her fingertips trembling violently with extreme anger.

"That idiot! That complete idiot! What does he think forgetting is?! Is it a cure?!"

"That's Curse more cruel than death! A torment more eternal than hell! It rips the most important person... and all memories... right out of your soul!"

"He thinks this will free us?! He thinks this will make things easier for us?!"

Bibi Dong's chest heaved violently, and purplish-black demonic patterns spread and throbbed menacingly across her neck and cheeks.

"He doesn't understand at all! He understands nothing! He thinks he's sacrificing himself! He thinks he's making a sacrifice! But he's using the cruelest knife... to slowly torture my heart!"

"Once isn't enough! We need to Encore! We need to completely erase him! Hahaha..."

Bibi Dong let out a series of shrill, maniacal laughs, while tears streamed down her face like broken beads, mingling with the purplish-black aura of demonic flames, tracing a path of despair across her pale face.

"He wants us to forget him? No way! Dream on! As long as I Bibi Dong, breathe my last! As long as my soul remains! He can't escape! He can't erase himself!!"

"Then what do you want?!"

Qian Renxue took a step forward abruptly, ignoring the excruciating pain caused by the Rakshasa Death Qi corroding her wrist. Her golden eyes were also burning with raging flames, a fierce outburst of pain, anger, and the grievances and confusion that had been suppressed for countless years!

The Angel Holy Light clashed fiercely within her, almost breaking free from the shackles of the Rakshasa Death Qi.

"Keep him by your side? Control everything about him like you control the Spirit Hall?! Let him live forever in forbidden shackles and tearing pain?! Forever struggling between you and me?! Is this what you call 'not letting him go'?!"

Qian Renxue's voice was shrill with sobs, yet filled with a desperate, questioning tone:

"You keep saying he doesn't understand! But do you understand?! Have you asked him what he wants?! Have you cared about the pain he's enduring?!"

"You only know your rules! Your taboos! Your possessiveness! You personally drove him to a dead end! You forced him to seek relief only through this method!"

"Now he lies here! His soul is about to dissipate! Are you satisfied?! Is this your great love?! Your His Holiness the Pope's love?!" Every word was heartbreaking, every sentence pierced the soul!

"Presumptuous!!!"

Bibi Dong's eyes widened in fury, and her Rakshasa Divine Power erupted like a runaway flood, transforming into a gigantic purplish-black demonic claw. With a destructive aura that could tear apart space, it slashed down at Qian Renxue's head!

That was no longer a warning; it was a real, furious blow, brimming with murderous intent!

Her daughter so blatantly exposed her most hidden pain and shame, driving her completely insane!

Qian Renxue's pupils contracted sharply, and the chill of death instantly enveloped her!

The Angel Divine Power within her surged wildly, instinctively trying to coalesce into Angel Holy Sword to block!

Boom--!!!

Just as the mother and daughter's divine powers were about to collide violently again, enough to destroy the house and Lin Xia on the bed!

"Cough! Pfft--!!!!"

A muffled, suppressed cough, as if it were about to vomit out one's internal organs, exploded like a thunderclap in the violent energy field!

Lin Xia's body on the bed suddenly arched upwards!

A mouthful of scalding, viscous blood, dark and almost black in color, seemingly containing immense pain and shattered soul light, gushed out of his mouth like a fountain!

The blood spurted out so abruptly! So violently! So untimely!

The dark blood arrow, instead of scattering amidst the turbulent energy flow in the room, seemed to come alive, tracing a dazzling arc and splattering precisely and fiercely onto the back of Bibi Dong's purplish-black demonic claw as she reached for Qian Renxue, and onto the back of Qian Renxue's raised right hand, which was Wrap Rakshasa Death Qi and was about to condense Holy Sword!

That muffled cough, so deep it seemed to spit out the very soul, instantly extinguished the Rakshasa Demon Flame burning everything in Bibi Dong's eyes, and also froze the despair and rage churning in Qian Renxue's heart.

"Xiao Xia!!!"

Two heart-wrenching screams, filled with endless fear and regret, shattered the deathly silence.

It is no longer "Lin Xia", but the most primal and heart-wrenching cry.

Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue almost simultaneously shook off their tightly clasped hands—the action was less a struggle than an instinctive rush driven by immense panic towards the same direction—the bed that bore the source of all their pain and despair.

The dignity of the Pope and the pride of the angels were utterly crushed and cast to the winds at this moment.

In their eyes, all that remained was that figure, hunched over, convulsing violently before collapsing back down, a glaring dark red still etched on his lips.

Bibi Dong rushed to the bedside, her speed like a purple shadow tearing through space.

She suddenly knelt down, her robes spreading out on the cold ground, completely unaware of the blood splattered from Lin Xia's coughs.

She reached out her trembling hand, like a candle flickering in the wind, wanting to touch that deathly pale face, but her fingertips froze just inches from the skin.

Those once arrogant purple eyes now held only endless fear and despair.

Lin Xia's faint, almost nonexistent breathing felt like the thinnest steel wire tightening around her heart, each slight rise and fall suffocating her.

Qian Renxue, on the other hand, collapsed onto the other side of the bed, her movements equally swift and flustered.

Her golden pupils contracted sharply as she stared intently at the bandage on Lin Xia's chest, now soaked with blood again, as if she could see through the fabric the slowly dying embers of life within the grotesque collapse.

She instinctively reached out to grasp Lin Xia's cold hand hanging by her side, but before she could touch it, she abruptly curled her fingers back, as if the coldness would Burn her.

Tears streamed down her face like Pearl from a broken string, leaving a messy trail on her smooth cheeks and dripping onto the blood-stained sheets, spreading out in a small, deeper wet patch.

The only sounds in the room were Lin Xia's faint, labored breathing, the cold ticking of the medical equipment, and the suppressed, desperate sobs of the two stunning women.

In the deathly silence of despair, Bibi Dong's hand, frozen in mid-air, slowly fell.

However, instead of touching Lin Xia, he slapped himself hard across the face!

Smack!

The sound was crisp and clear, like a thunderclap in the quiet room!

This slap contained her extreme self-hatred and remorse, and she held nothing back.

Five clear finger marks instantly appeared on her smooth, jade-like left cheek, which quickly became red and swollen, and a trace of blood even seeped from the corner of her mouth.

The intense pain caused her head to snap to one side, a few strands of loose purple hair falling down and obscuring her instantly vacant eyes.

This palm strike seemed to shatter the last trace of uncontrolled demonic energy surrounding her, and it also brought a sharp but brief moment of clarity to the reason that had been devoured by the Rakshasa's madness, like a drowning person struggling to surface.

"I... what have I done...?"

Bibi Dong's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed, carrying a heavy, bloody stench; every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of her soul.

She slowly raised her head, her swollen cheeks and the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth making her look incredibly vulnerable, completely devoid of her Pope majesty. Tears finally broke free, mingling with the stinging pain on her cheeks as they slid down and dripped onto the blanket covering Lin Xia.

She looked at Lin Xia's lifeless face, her eyes filled with a self-reproach that could drown a person.

"It's me... it's me who drove him to this... it's me, the... unfit-for-existing scourge..."