Boom!
A pitch-black pillar of light, a full hundred zhang wide, tore through the void and pierced straight through a Star Devouring Monster lunging at Ye Qiu!
The allied forces, with fewer than several thousand survivors left, were stunned by this sudden development and instinctively turned their eyes toward the object that had impaled the Star Devouring Monster.
It was a dark, jet-black halberd, its shaft covered in savage patterns and emanating a terrifying aura.
Amid the dust, the young man held the half-crystallized girl in his arms, the eight dark wings spread from his back like an angel's wings.
As though he had heard Ye Qiu's song, or perhaps answered Ju Zi's cry, her own righteous companion—the Demon King—descended in furious wrath!
He had failed to save the girl in his previous life. How could he bear to watch her die before his eyes once more this time?
"Qiu'er, it's me."
"Hao?"
Ye Qiu slowly raised the only arm she could still move, grasping blindly before her.
Her eyes could no longer see, and she could no longer sense his aura or warmth.
"I'm here, Qiu'er." Huo Yuhao abruptly seized her hand, doing his utmost to keep his voice from trembling.
"I'm sorry..." Ye Qiu spoke softly. "I can't sing for you anymore..."
"I'm sorry... I don't have much time left." The smile on Ye Qiu's face was incomparably mournful. Her nails dug deeply into Huo Yuhao's palm, while blood at the corner of her mouth continuously crystallized and dripped down.
Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth and stared fixedly at Ye Qiu. At this moment, he did not want to be some savior of Douluo. He had always been just an ordinary soul. He did not want to shoulder the task of saving heaven and earth. He only wanted