"It's no use."
The Crimson-Scaled King did not take the spirit herb offered to him. Instead, he struggled to evade it.
"My injuries are not limited to my body. The damage to my soul is even more severe. Before long, my soul will scatter and dissipate. Do not waste this Floating Life Grass any further. Save it for yourself, little sister."
"No... no..." Qing Lian shook her head fiercely, tears streaming down her face. In the end, she forcibly stuffed the spirit medicine in her hand into the Crimson-Scaled King's mouth. "Big Brother, hurry and eat it. You'll get better once you eat it."
The Crimson-Scaled King was too weak. Even with the spirit herb in his mouth, he lacked the strength to chew.
Qing Lian hurriedly sent a stream of mana into him, helping him crush and swallow the spirit herb.
Once the herb entered his belly, a faint azure glow immediately rose around the Crimson-Scaled King's body.
Like spring water, the azure light flowed across his body. Wherever it passed, his external wounds healed at a visible rate—the charred blackness began to fade, and the bleeding wounds slowly closed.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of joy on the Crimson-Scaled King's face.
On the contrary, the light in his eyes grew dimmer, like a candle guttering in the wind.
"Qing Lian..." The Crimson-Scaled King raised a hand with difficulty, seemingly wanting to touch his little sister's cheek, but his arm fell limply halfway there. "It's no use. My soul... cannot be saved."
As he spoke, the Crimson-Scaled King's slit pupils gradually began to lose focus.
"No—!"
Qing Lian's shrill cry tore through the sky.
She clutched the Crimson-Scaled King's body tightly and frantically poured demon essence into him, trying to forcibly hold onto his dissipating soul.
However,