Boruo's Death

Jiang Zhuoxue eventually escaped from the Mara Gate with Boruo, Gu Huaiwei did not order anyone to pursue them.

Tentacles that grew from his back cradled a still-warm heart and gently placed it in front of him.

This is the heart of the Devil Race princess!

Gu Huaiwei quickly devoured it. After all, it was royalty, and the power of its heart was indeed strong, even making Qi Yaoji behind Gu Huaiwei covet it.

But Gu Huaiwei quickly devoured it, and with the heart, he had now single-handedly wiped out almost all of the upper echelons of the Devil Race.

Feeling the seemingly endless Demonic Power within her body, Gu Huaiwei recklessly released all the tentacles that had sprouted from her back.

He has completely changed his physique, and now he will no longer be rejected by the Heavenly Dao here.

This result delighted Gu Huaiwei. With a wave of his hand, the controlled Devil Race obeyed his commands again and obediently returned to their previous positions to continue guarding the Mara Gate.

"Well, when is she coming back?" Although Gu Huaiwei regretted that he couldn't save Jiang Zhuoxue's life, fortunately everything was proceeding as he had planned.

The stage has been set up, now it's just a matter of when the performers will return.

Qi Yaoji immediately replied, "We haven't seen any trace of Sang Ying yet, Master. Do you really think she can return from the Gods and Devils Ravine?"

Gu Huaiwei threw Sang Ying into the Gods and Devils Ravine, a fact Qi Yaoji only learned later. He was now the strongest being in the Lower Realm and even Upper Realm, so Gu Huaiwei didn't bother to hide his plans from her.

At this moment, how could Qi Yaoji not realize that she had been deceived? But what could she do now except continue to follow Gu Huaiwei's orders?

Gu Huaiwei's voice pulled Qi Yaoji out of her despair. "Of course she can come back." After all, she was a child protected by the Heavenly Dao.

As her master, he knew all too well just how much energy Sang Ying possessed.

Meanwhile, Jiang Zhuoxue, who had escaped, was still thinking about how to save Boruo. He bit his wrist and forced his blood into Boruo's mouth.

But Boruo refused. "My heart is gone, and you are now Devil Race. You should know how important the heart is to Devil Race."

It's strange, isn't it? They're Devil Race, yet they have the same fatal weaknesses as humans.

A trickle of blood escaped from Boruo's lips. She didn't regret rushing forward to block that attack. She was just a little disappointed that her son wasn't like his father, a cold-blooded and heartless person.

If he were to die at this moment, and the girl he cared about most were not by his side, he would probably be very sad.

Thinking this, Boruo Ruo mustered her last bit of strength to solidify her body. She wanted to exist a little longer, at least to be able to say a few more words to her son.

"Don't cry, Zhuoxue." Boruo wanted to raise her hand to touch her son's face, but she clearly didn't have the strength. She could only weakly smile at Jiang Zhuoxue, "Your name is so beautiful. I didn't think of giving you a beautiful name back then. But you're lucky, you've found someone who will bring you happiness, right?"

At this moment, Jiang Zhuoxue could only nod frantically; he didn't know what else he could do.

"That's wonderful. You will continue to be happy, and you must live well, taking my share with you." After saying these last words, Boruo could no longer hold on and quickly crumbled into ashes.

Jiang Zhuoxue tried to reach out and grab it, but she couldn't hold onto anything.

At the same moment, a black dragon in the Upper Realm 'Dragon Race prison seemed to sense something and slowly closed its eyes. A tear rolled down its cheek and slowly disappeared into the cold pool.

Jiang Zhuoxue had experienced very few emotions in his life. Before meeting Sang Ying, he had only felt malice, but after meeting Sang Ying, he tasted all the bitterness and sweetness. But those were the feelings between lovers; only today did he know what family love was like.

He looked at his empty arms, never before had he felt such sorrow. He desperately prayed for Sang Ying to appear; he felt that if Sang Ying were there, he might not be able to bear the grief he was in.

Jiang Zhuoxue hugged himself with the same arms that had held Boruo, and he couldn't help but murmur sorrowfully, "Sang Ying, where are you? I miss you so much."

I'm here.

A hand suddenly landed on Jiang Zhuoxue's shoulder, the warmth of the palm passing through his clothes to him.

Jiang Zhuoxue could hardly believe what he had just heard. He turned his head and was met with Sang Ying's beautiful face.

"I'm here, I'm back." The gentle voice made Jiang Zhuoxue realize that he was not dreaming. He subconsciously pulled her into his arms, and only when he felt Sang Ying's warmth did Jiang Zhuoxue truly release all his emotions.

He cried quietly, but Sang Ying didn't mind at all that he had wet his clothes with his tears.

Only the Heart Devil Mirror, still clutched in her bosom, complained incessantly. It hadn't come with Sang Ying to watch the two of them being affectionate!

But Sang Ying was completely unaware of the grievances of the Heart Devil Mirror. She simply patted Jiang Zhuoxue's back silently and waited for the other party to process these emotions.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Jiang Zhuoxue finally calmed down.

"Where did you go?" His face looked strange, and there was a hint of red at the corners of his eyes because he had just been crying.

Sang Ying briefly told Jiang Zhuoxue about what had happened to her these past few days, and she quickly said, "I know you were bullied by that person. Don't worry, I will definitely get revenge for you!"

She wasn't unaware of the Demonic Qi here, and she guessed that only something bad happening to Boruo could have caused Jiang Zhuoxue to break down like this.

Sang Ying noticed the changes in Jiang Zhuoxue, but she didn't care. Whether Jiang Zhuoxue was a dragon or a demon, she only cared about the person in front of her. As long as his heart remained the same as before, Sang Ying would never abandon him.

Jiang Zhuoxue understood the meaning behind Sang Ying's simple words. He didn't say anything more, just nodded. He would never change his mind about being with Sang Ying for the rest of his life.

The two didn't have much time, nor did they have the energy to continue their entanglement. Sang Ying only realized how difficult the situation was in the Lower Realm after returning this time.

Previously, she hadn't been able to find anyone to understand what had happened these past few days, but Jiang Zhuoxue had given her a brief explanation. Upon learning that the man in black robes actually had the same face as Gu Huaiwei, and that the man had even become the new Devil Master, Sang Ying immediately decided to set off to find him.

So, after experiencing the strange events of the Devil Race suddenly stopping and then returning to normal, the cultivators in the Lower Realm were surprised to find that the Devil Race who had almost stormed into their camp had stopped again.

This time, among those who went to attack the Devil Master, there was one more named Sang Ying.

This was also the first time this unconventional master and apprentice had met face-to-face.