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Hearing the old man screaming frantically in a beam of triangular light, I stood by coldly and said, "It can't be me? Although I don't want to admit it, the one who killed you is indeed not me, but the person you just killed. However, no matter how unwilling you are, the Underworld is where you should go."
As I finished speaking, a massive beam of light erupted from the circular magic circle surrounding the triangular pillar, slowly beginning to contract towards the center.
At that moment, I couldn't tell if the old man had been crushed to death or if his voice was silenced by the dual beams of light.
As time passed, the beam of light before me grew thinner and thinner until it gradually faded into a slender ray, which soon took the old man with it and vanished from my sight.
Just then, I felt something stab into my arm and turned my head in surprise. I saw a crimson arrow embedded in my arm, and at the tip of the arrow was a face.
"When did this happen..." As I reached out to grab the arrow, intending to pull it out along with the face. But before my hand could touch it, the arrow instantly transformed into a cloud of Blood Mist, and the face began to burn as it disappeared.
Before I could react, the face turned into a warm current that flowed into my body. Suddenly, everything went dark before my eyes, and my body lost its balance. I heard a "thud" as I fell to the ground, and after that, I knew nothing more.
...
I don't know how long it had been when I slowly regained consciousness. At that moment, I found myself lying in bed at home, with the Death Apostle sitting beside me. His face was as pale as water as he looked at me, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and a hint of tears at the corners.
"It was me, Yao Long, and Li Zhisheng who carried you back. How do you feel now? Are you okay?" The Death Apostle spoke without waiting for me to ask anything, raising his hand to wipe away the tears at his eyes.
"I'm fine..." I replied as I moved my arm. Although every muscle in my body ached terribly, I found no internal injuries. "What about Yao Long and Li Zhisheng?" I asked.
"Hu Fang hasn't woken up yet; Li Zhisheng is with her..." He paused for a moment, his voice choked with emotion. "Yao Long is worried about Li Zhisheng's condition, so he's staying with him."
Hearing this, memories of that battle slowly returned to me. Li Yu had exhausted all his power in a mutual destruction with a Yang Master who possessed Void God abilities. Haoyang had been burned alive by that old man named Fan while trying to protect Yao Long.
Thinking about it, I chose not to press further. I knew everyone was suffering right now; especially for Li Zhisheng—witnessing his own father die right before him would leave anyone deeply affected.
Although he had once deceived us, Haoyang had also helped us a lot. Not only did he protect the Death Apostle, but he also saved Yao Long with his own life. I thought that at this moment, Yao Long, who had always been wary of Haoyang, must be feeling quite troubled as well.
"You've been unconscious for a while. Do you want to eat something?" the Death Apostle asked with concern.
"It's fine. I want to see Yao Long and Li Zhisheng..." With that, I forced myself to sit up and checked the mark on my arm.
The mark had already grown past my shoulder, only about three fingers away from my neck, but I felt no sensation of my soul being stripped away.
"It must be the effect of Xie..." I muttered to myself, then slowly got out of bed and asked the Death Apostle, "Which room are they in?"
"In Hu Fang's room." After saying that, the Death Apostle stood up and helped me to Hu Fang's room.
As soon as we entered, I saw Hu Fang lying calmly on the bed. Yao Long and Li Zhisheng were sitting by the bedside. At that moment, Li Zhisheng could no longer hide his grief; he covered his face and sobbed uncontrollably, while Yao Long gently patted his shoulder, softly comforting him.
Standing by the door, I felt too weak to take another step forward because I didn't know how to face Yao Long or Li Zhisheng.
Although this plan hadn't succeeded in finding the Third Box, it had severely injured Yang Master. Yet there was no joy in my heart; I even wished I could have refused Li Yu's plan back then.
As I wallowed in regret, the Death Apostle noticed my silence and slowly guided me out. Once we reached the living room, we sat on the sofa together, neither of us speaking as we silently stared at the dark screen of the television in front of us.
I didn't know how long it had been when the fiery sunset outside poured through the window, casting long shadows of me and the Death Apostle.
"This can't go on like this..." I sighed and murmured.
"Yeah, we need to eat something..." the Death Apostle quickly replied.
Seeing that he misunderstood my meaning, I explained, "That's not what I meant. I'm talking about Yang Master. You see, we've officially declared war on Yang Master's people this time. Such direct confrontations will definitely be hard to avoid in the future. We had Li Yu's father's help this time and still suffered such heavy casualties—what will happen next time?"
Hearing this, Death Apostle quietly lowered his head and let out a sigh. "Yes, and those two seem to be only at the fifth tier. If the true mastermind behind Yang Master decides to act against us, we will undoubtedly face death."
"I thought taking such a risky move would turn the tables in our favor, but it seems we've become even more passive..."
"That’s not entirely true... Although we suffered heavy losses, Yang Master is worse off than us. They lost two Void Gods and some troops that they had painstakingly nurtured. I believe our actions have disrupted their plans, forcing them to redeploy in order to deal with us. So, strictly speaking, we have still gained some advantage..." Death Apostle explained.
"Advantage? I don’t see any advantage. If I were the mastermind behind Yang Master and knew that the enemy was currently unable to retaliate, I would send troops immediately to wipe us out completely... The reason they are holding back must be because they have other plans, and I suspect those plans might be related to me..." As I spoke, I couldn't help but clench my fists, beads of sweat slowly forming in my palms.
"Related to you? Haven't their goals always been about me and that book, Divine Anomalies Classic: Nine Star Life and Death Diagram? Why do you think it concerns you?" Death Apostle asked, puzzled.
I pondered for a moment before replying softly, "Before he died, that Void God named Fan kept shouting strange things, like 'impossible is me' or something similar. At first, I thought nothing of it, but now that I think about it carefully, he might have been referring to something related to me; otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly become so agitated..."
"What became agitated? What are you two talking about?" At that moment, a voice suddenly came from behind us—it was Li Zhisheng.
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