"Wan Lei, you have been struck by my Demon Clan's Death Curse. All the vitality and flesh and blood within your body will irreversibly decay until death!
This process is extremely painful and absolutely incurable. I advise you to stop. I can give you a quick death!"
Qiong Ku shouted loudly. Although no one survived the Curse of Wrongful Death, he was still relentlessly pursuing Wan Lei to be sure.
Wan Lei, ahead, naturally felt a pervasive, corrosive force within him, constantly devouring his vitality, and his flesh and blood were gradually beginning to decay.
What the other party said was true.
His Thunder Armor could resist poisons, but it couldn't block the power of the curse.
An attack came again from behind. Wan Lei spat out a mouthful of blood, which flowed onto Fang Xiaoyu in his arms.
He had not put Fang Xiaoyu into the Fate Control Diagram, as she had forbidden it.
If they were to live, they would live together; if they were to die, they would die together.
If Wan Lei died, then the Thunder Wind Realm would have no hope. Why should she, Fang Xiaoyu, continue to live?
She did not want to be without her beloved in her arms at the last moment of her life.
"What should we do? They've been struck by the Death Curse."
Meng Meng looked up, her gaze filled with worry as she looked at the Ghost Emperor.
"I didn't expect the Demon Clan to bring the Curse of Wrongful Death Incense this time. But it's likely just this one stick, otherwise, they wouldn't have been willing to use it until now," the Ghost Emperor said expressionlessly.
"Then what should we do?"
"What do you mean, 'what should we do'? The Curse of Wrongful Death Incense isn't absolutely fatal. There are many ways to restrain and resolve it in the Immortal Realm."
"But they are from the Thunder Wind Realm, a small world. Facing such a high-level curse weapon, they have no way to resolve it. They are bound to die."
"Then let's believe in miracles. The Son of the Plane has miracles."
"Oh, please help them! Please help them! The Demon Clan is catching up again, Fang Xiaoyu is gravely wounded and dying. One attack from the Demon Clan will kill her, and Wan Lei has also been struck by the Death Curse. If you don't help them, they will surely die!"
The Ghost Emperor could ignore Wan Lei's life or death, but he couldn't remain indifferent to his beloved wife's pleas.
"At most, I can help them materialize the Bridge of Helplessness in advance, but whether they can survive depends entirely on themselves. Don't think that crossing the Bridge of Helplessness means a smooth journey. The final test is not that easy to pass."
"Then what if they die?"
"If they die, they die. If they die, it means that Xia Dayu and the others' choice was wrong. They probably won't revive a failure and will cultivate other Sons of the Plane.
It's like the Thunder Wind Realm, where an entire universe is treated as one person's secret realm. It's not as if there aren't others elsewhere, so why should they only rely on one Wan Lei?
They are Immortal Venerables, concerned with the entire right plane universe, and they wouldn't do something so uncertain."
"Then alright. You help once, and I'll help once. The rest depends on their own destiny."
Meng Meng looked at the tragic state of Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu below, her heart aching.
The demons behind them caught up again. Qiong Xin unleashed a demonic energy attack, aiming straight for Wan Lei's back.
At this moment, Wan Lei was truly unable to withstand the attack of a Demon Commander.
His injuries were all over his body, and his decaying flesh and vitality made it difficult for him to hold on.
Wan Lei fell heavily to the ground. Before he fell, the little remaining thunder power within him was all used to condense Thunder Defense, protecting Fang Xiaoyu.
Fang Xiaoyu rolled into the distance within the lightning shield, and Wan Lei also fell in that direction.
He also had no thunder power left. Even maintaining it with the Thunder God's Hammer was impossible now.
The hammer only contained Primordial Thunder, which also required other thunder power to support it to launch an attack.
Wan Lei retracted his armor and stumbled toward Fang Xiaoyu.
The demons behind him came in a vast swarm.
He couldn't catch up, couldn't escape, and was destined to die.
Despair appeared in Wan Lei's eyes.
Suddenly, not far in front of Fang Xiaoyu, a great river descended from the sky and landed on the ground.
The river was earthy yellow. After landing, it surged into the distance.
On the river, an ancient stone bridge appeared.
Next to the stone bridge stood a stone tablet, inscribed with the words "Bridge of Helplessness."
On the other side of the bridge was an endless sea of purple flowers. At the end of the sea of flowers, Wan Lei saw an altar, and above the altar floated a fan-shaped jade talisman.
The Bridge of Helplessness, the River of Forgetfulness, the Flowers of the Other Shore, the final token!
All hope had arrived.
Wan Lei's breathing became rapid. He dashed towards Fang Xiaoyu, scooped her up, and suddenly found strength in his dying body, supporting him as he moved towards the bridge.
The bridge was not far, but Wan Lei could no longer fly.
The demons behind him were swift. When they saw the Bridge of Helplessness, they knew something was wrong and immediately attacked Wan Lei on the ground again.
In Wan Lei's current state, he absolutely could not withstand this wave of attacks.
Wan Lei also heard the whistling of divine abilities behind him.
The most painful thing in the world is not not seeing hope, but seeing hope and then having it forcibly snatched away from your hands!
He couldn't reach the Bridge of Helplessness before the demons' attack struck him.
Moreover, even if he got onto the bridge, what of it? Couldn't the demons also come onto it?
In fact, all these thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. The demons' attack had already reached mid-air.
Suddenly, Wan Lei heard the sound of divine abilities exploding behind him, but he suffered no damage.
He looked back and saw Meng Meng standing alone behind him, holding up a luminous screen with both hands, dividing the sky and the earth, the Bridge of Helplessness and the secret realm, into two worlds.
"Demons are forbidden before the Bridge of Helplessness!!!"
Meng Meng roared imperiously.
Qiong Ku, Qiong Xin, and the others saw this and were furious. They immediately attacked the luminous screen frantically, but their strongest attacks could not shake the screen in the slightest.
It seemed as if this luminous screen was the will of heaven and earth itself.
Qiong Ku and the others roared in anger. They had worked so hard, planned for so long, and were about to kill Wan Lei, but another变故 occurred.
"Could this little thief truly be fated not to die?!" Qiong Xin frowned.
"Hmph, so what if they can't get in? They can't get out either. We'll guard here. He's been struck by the Death Curse, so even if he doesn't come out, he'll surely die inside!"
"Will that girl save them?"
"A meme with consciousness, can it save people? At most, it will assimilate them into memes.
If they are assimilated into memes, that would be a good thing. The Thunder Wind Realm is not a chaotic plane. That normal world cannot tolerate the existence of memes.
We will wait here and watch this little thief die.
Come, seal this space with me. If this little thief regains some cultivation, we won't let them escape!"
Qiong Ku was extremely well-prepared, fundamentally eliminating any possibility of Wan Lei surviving and intending to trap Wan Lei completely within this space.