Stepping through the red glow emanating from the formation, Su Jiu approached the Demonic Sword one step at a time.
When she was only a step away from the Demonic Sword, she came to a halt.
Her luminous, delicate hand resembled flawless white jade untouched by dust, forming a striking contrast with the pitch-black Demonic Sword nearby.
Su Jiu grasped the hilt and began to pull it out.
Before she had drawn it even an inch, her body suddenly stiffened for a moment, and a strange sensation swept through her.
This sword was so cold...
By all rights, she possessed an ice spiritual root and had no fear of the cold.
Yet this sword still made her shudder in a way she could not describe. Chilling malice, resentment, hatred-in that instant, Su Jiu seemed to feel every evil thought in heaven and earth.
"Give me back my life... give me back my life..."
"Why don't you just die? After killing so many people, don't you feel any guilt..."
"You'll get what you deserve!"
For a moment, Su Jiu sank into a void. There was no Demonic Sword or formation around her, no Junior Granduncle, and none of the Enforcement Hall's many disciples.
It was as though she had always been alone. She tried to activate her otherworldly eyes, only to discover that they no longer worked.
She could neither see through this veil of falsehood nor locate the source of the voices. They seemed to come from every direction, yet also seemed to rise from the depths of her own heart.
Suddenly, a blood-drenched face appeared before her. It was A-Yu's face, her lips stretched into an eerie grin at Su Jiu.
"Look at all the blood on your hands. You'll join us one day..."
Before she finished speaking, A-Yu's