The deathly energy severed earlier had not disappeared.
It all surged underground and erupted beneath her feet.
The resentment of millions of dead people flooded into her Sea of Consciousness at once.
"Why didn't you save me?"
"You could have ended the war sooner."
"If you had killed Shen Huai'an, we wouldn't have died!"
The chaotic voices were dozens of times more powerful than on the Red Sand Plains.
Among them, she even heard familiar voices.
Her master.
Han Yu.
And Shen Huai'an.
Su Yueli knew they were all false.
Yet her Divine Soul still suffered the impact.
Motian Xing seized the opportunity to raise his hand.
The power between heaven and earth condensed into a long black spear.
Its tip aimed at the space between Su Yueli's brows.
"It's over."
The Black Spear descended.
Su Yueli forcibly broke free of the demonic soul's influence and met it with a punch.
The two forces collided head-on.
Her fist intent held out for only three breaths.
The Black Spear pierced her right shoulder and pinned her to the ground.
Blood quickly stained her clothes red.
Su Yueli tried to pull out the Black Spear.
But Demon Qi entered her body through the wound, sealing most of her meridians.
Motian Xing walked toward her, step by step.
"You've lost."
Su Yueli looked up at him without denying it.
This time, she had indeed lost.
Not because she had distracted herself saving others.
Nor because of Shen Huai'an.
At the fifteenth realm, Motian Xing's strength in a direct confrontation already surpassed hers.
Motian Xing searched her eyes, hoping to find fear.
There was none.
Su Yueli was merely assessing.
Assessing how much strength she had left.
Assessing whether Han Yu had retreated far enough.
And assessing whether she could severely wound Motian Xing