On the other side was Zhao Su himself. Demonic energy surged skyward from his entire body as he fought desperately, spear in hand.
Qian Renxue stood beside him.
"Pfft!"
Qian Renxue took a fatal blow for Zhao Su, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground.
"Aah!"
By then, Zhao Su had been consumed by fury. The black mist around him swelled rapidly, and great swathes of the Demon Tribe fell with every sweep of his spear.
But the Demon Tribe's army was endless. In the end, one of its warriors pierced Zhao Su's chest.
Powerless, Zhao Su sat cross-legged on the ground and, just like Zhao Ru, looked toward the Heavenly Citadel.
"A Su, I'm the one who wronged you!"
Using the last of her strength, Qian Renxue crawled into Zhao Su's arms. Even in death, she wanted to die in his embrace.
It was still that familiar question.
And this time, Zhao Su's answer was still the same as his first.
"I don't hate you. I only hope that in this life, the next, and every life for eternity, I never know you again!"
After saying those words, Zhao Su slowly closed his eyes, and every trace of life vanished from him.
Nestled tightly in Zhao Su's arms, Qian Renxue revealed a desolate smile, her face pale and a trace of blood at the corner of her lips.
Then she rested her cheek over his heart, which had already stopped beating.
"All right. I won't appear by your side again, but I'll remain in your heart forever!"
After saying this, Qian Renxue lifted her head and gently kissed Zhao Su's lips, then looked toward the Zhao Su who existed in a state of nothingness.
Looking at that incorporeal Zhao Su, she curled her lips into