This scene left Sun Yiqiu stunned for a moment. The next instant, he lunged out, wanting to chase after She Ji. It was as though something incomparably important had been torn away from his heart. All that remained in his mouth were inarticulate cries of "Ah! Ah!"—he could not form a complete sentence. Yet he could not move an inch, because Hu Yun had seized him in an instinctive motion.
If She Ji's actions had driven Sun Yiqiu to the brink of madness, then they brought Hu Yun an immense shock. One hand gripped Sun Yiqiu, while the other released the wound on his chest and caught the tear drifting from She Ji's eye.
How difficult and precious was a single tear to a demon cultivator? It could represent a realm of cultivation, but even more so, it represented pure, genuine feeling. In Hu Yun's thousand years as a demon, he had only ever witnessed it once.
The shock in Mihuang's heart was no less profound. For a time, even he did not move. He merely stared blankly as She Ji rolled through the Karma Fire, sacrificing herself, then charged toward him with the resolve to die. What he saw was also a kind of realm, causing him to regard She Ji in a new light. It was not enough to make him afraid, but enough to inspire a trace of reverence.
As though sensing She Ji's determination, the Karma Fire spread across a vast stretch above the Yellow Springs in an instant. Mihuang stomped heavily upon the Yellow Springs Water, then struck out a barrier of water toward She Ji.
Splash, splash, splash.
Using force to command water, the Yellow Springs Water became a colossal wave that crashed into the blazing Karma Fire, containing Mihuang's immensely powerful Demonic Energy.