"Wait!"

"Master, let me do it!"

Just as Nie Xiaochun and Qin Xin were about to step forward, Lin Lingxiao suddenly walked out from the group of warlocks, his hands behind his back.

When Lin Lingxiao reached the two girls, he unexpectedly slapped two soul-banishing pouches on Nie Xiaochun and Qin Xin's heads.

Neither of them had expected Lin Lingxiao to attack so suddenly, and they were immediately captured into the soul-banishing pouches.

Lin Lingxiao carefully handed the soul-banishing pouches to Wang the Butcher: "Master Wang, please protect Miss Xiaochun."

Guan Tianya shouted in exasperation, "Lingxiao, what are you doing? Without wronged souls, what will I use to set up the formation?"

"Those two were top-quality formation souls!"

"Using them to set up the formation is the only way for you and me to break through."

Lin Lingxiao shook his head, "Master, Xiaochun is the person I've been looking for."

Guan Tianya stared blankly at Lin Lingxiao for a long time before sighing, "You! I've been screwed over by you, you little bastard."

"Enter the formation!"

Lin Lingxiao sat on the ground, embracing his Yaoqin, and gently plucked the strings, "Master Wang, don't tell Xiaochun about the past."

"I've thought it through. Instead of Xiaochun regaining her memories and then compensating me for my past life's debts, it's better to silently protect Xiaochun in this life."

"Unfortunately, Lingxiao is a warlock in this life, destined to stay in Liangjie Mountain, unable to protect Xiaochun anymore."

"Master Wang, after the battle, please say goodbye to Xiaochun for me!"

Lin Lingxiao pressed his hands on the Yaoqin, his figure disappearing. Guan Tianya formed hand seals and grabbed towards the heavenly souls.

Countless heavenly souls were grabbed by him and thrown into the formation centered on Lin Lingxiao. After a moment, thousands of heavenly souls lined up neatly and chanted in unison with Guan Tianya's mouth movements: "Today's battle is a calamity for our warlock path, a tragedy for our warlock path, and also the glory of our warlock path."

"My disciple and I offer this song to embolden the heroes of the warlock path."

"Warlocks will never perish, and humanity will endure forever!"

"We will meet again in the next life."

"A hundred years later, if we are fortunate enough to return to the warlock path, we will guard the human world."

The sound of the zither rose sharply, and the singing soared into the clouds. All the warlocks launched their final charge against the heavenly souls.

Ye Yang and I had already rushed into the Heavenly Prison, but we could still hear the long song composed of the warlocks' blood.

The Huangquan Twin Lotus on Lin Zhao and his sister also bloomed in the air amidst the sea of blood and the long song. The three elite armies under the command of Liangjie Hall also charged towards the heavenly souls under the blessing of the lotus flowers, led by Feng Ruoxing, who had transformed into a Shura.

Flower fragrance, iron cavalry, tragic song, Shura, white lanterns, red clothes.

These things that should not have been connected together draped the final brilliance over the battle of Liangjie Mountain.

I held up my twin blades and shouted at the top of my lungs, "Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren, charge!"

Yu Wusheng brandished his long sword wildly, leading the Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren to charge out from both sides of Ye Yang and me: "Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren, protect the Wolf King as we charge."

Three thousand Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren desperately advanced amidst countless heavenly souls. All that was left in my eyes was splashing blood.

A Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren closest to me had his abdomen ripped open by a heavenly soul. The man clutched at his gushing entrails with one hand and desperately reached out towards me with the other.

I didn't know what he was going to do, but I instinctively grasped his hand, which was losing warmth. The other party's lifespan quickly transferred to me.

"Wolf King, I... I've given you my lifespan... Kill..." When the man fell to the ground, his hair was already white, and his robe was stained with blood.

"Kill!" The twin blades in my hands let out a ghostly wail as I frantically slashed at the heavenly souls around me.

The Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren didn't know who would be the next to fall, but they were constantly transferring their lifespan to the living people around them.

The corpses left along the way were half shattered and half with snow-white hair.

Yu Wusheng, who was wielding his long sword, suddenly shouted, "Look ahead!"

I blocked the heavenly soul in front of me with a blade and looked up. A few dozen meters away from me were thousands of old and dead corpses.

Those white-haired, emaciated corpses were the warlocks who had charged into the Heavenly Prison with Jun Jixue. They launched an attack on the Heavenly Prison but fell on the path of death that depleted the lifespan of living beings.

In the distance, a person holding a horsetail whisk in his hand said in a soft voice, "Take a closer look at the corpses everywhere in front of you. This is the fate of those who overestimate their capabilities."

"The Holy One has decreed that all generals may retreat. Only those who can pass through this place are qualified to meet the Holy One."

I took a step and wanted to set foot on the land of death, but Yu Wusheng stopped me, "Let me do it!"

The eunuch looked at Yu Wusheng, who was walking proudly into the land of death, and sneered, "An ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating its capabilities!"

"Have you seen the corpses on the ground? Has anyone ever run out of the land of death?"

The lifespan on Yu Wusheng's body was rapidly draining away, but he continued to move forward step by step: "I only saw thousands of warlocks, none of whom retreated."

"I only saw them fall to the ground, unable to get up, but still struggling to move forward."

"I just want to see clearly the appearance of those warlocks."

The eunuch sneered, "Just a group of dogs crawling on the ground!"

Yu Wusheng said, "If they wanted to escape, they would go backwards, but after they fell to the ground, they struggled to crawl forward."

"They are unable to stand up, but they are still charging forward!"

Yu Wusheng had only said a few words, but his hair was already as white as snow, and he was staggering—his lifespan was about to run out.

Yu Wusheng struggled to move forward: "May our warlock path be passed down from generation to generation."

"May our warlock path never cease to strive forward."

"May our warlock path forever protect the human world."

Yu Wusheng shouted the last sentence at the top of his lungs and fell backwards to the ground: "Wusheng, I can no longer protect the human world in this life."

"I haven't been home in a long time. I really want to go back and take a look."

"When I return to the human world, will my home still be there?"