From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 126 The Demon King's Wrath Approaches Again

"Long time no see, Xiao Yao..." The voice was hoarse and grating, like the scraping of metal, carrying intense malice. I recognized it almost immediately—it was the Black Flame Demon King!

He slowly emerged from the darkness, his form even larger and more terrifying than before. Black blood dripped from his wounded demonic horns, making him appear even more ferocious. A mad rage burned in his scarlet eyes, as if he wanted to devour me.

"Wen Chen..." I called again, my voice trembling, but there was still no response. Could it be that Wen Chen really...? No, I can't think that!

The Black Flame Demon King let out a deafening roar and charged at me relentlessly. I tried to dodge, but found myself locked in place by a powerful force, unable to move at all. The Demon King's speed was astonishing; I only saw a black shadow flash by, and then a sharp pain shot through me. My body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Pfft—" A mouthful of blood gushed out, and I felt as if all the bones in my body had shattered. The intense pain made it almost impossible for me to breathe. I struggled to stand up, but found that I didn't even have the strength to move a single finger.

"Xiao Yao!" A frantic voice rang out, and through my blurry vision, I saw a white figure rushing towards me. It was Wen Chen!

He pulled me into a tight embrace, his face full of worry and concern. "How are you? Where are you hurt?"

I opened my mouth, wanting to speak, but no sound came out. Wen Chen's gaze fell on the bloodstains on my body, and his eyes instantly turned cold, filled with murderous intent.

He gently placed me on the ground, then suddenly stood up and turned to face the Black Flame Demon King.

"You deserve to die!" Wen Chen's voice was as cold as frost, filled with a chilling rage.

Without hesitation, he charged toward the Demon King, his immortal sword radiating a dazzling light, and engaged in another fierce battle with the Demon King.

But the Demon King seemed to have gone mad, his attacks becoming even more ferocious and deadly. Although Wen Chen was powerful, he was gradually finding himself unable to defend himself.

I endured the pain and tried to see their battle clearly, but everything in front of me was blurry and my consciousness began to fade.

"Wen Chen..." I used the last bit of strength to softly call his name.

I saw Wen Chen struggling against the Demon King's frenzied attacks, and my heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

Suddenly, I felt someone approaching, and a familiar voice rang in my ear: "Miss Xiao Yao..."

It was Master Qingfeng! He wanted to check on my injuries. I wanted to warn him to be careful, but I was too weak to speak… I saw a black figure flash out from the side, a sharp dagger in hand, lunging towards Master Qingfeng…

"Miss Xiao Yao..." Master Qingfeng's voice was anxious. I blinked hard, and through my blurry vision, I saw him walking towards me. I wanted to warn him to be careful of the Black Flame Demon King, but my throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and I couldn't utter a single word.

Just then, a black shadow flashed out from the side like a ghost, moving with astonishing speed. I watched helplessly as a cold glint flashed in the shadow's hand, and a sharp dagger pierced straight for Master Qingfeng's back! "Watch out!" I shouted with all my might, but only a weak gasp escaped my lips.

At the critical moment, Master Qingfeng seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned around, barely dodging the fatal blow. The dark figure, having missed its attack, quickly retreated and engaged Master Qingfeng in combat. Only then did I see clearly that the dark figure was short in stature and moved as swiftly as the wind; it was none other than the Demon King's capable subordinate—Ghost Shadow.

My heart sank again. The Ghost Shadow's strength was not to be underestimated. Master Qingfeng had already consumed a lot of spiritual energy, and now he had to be distracted by dealing with the Ghost Shadow, making the situation even more critical.

"Ah!" A scream pierced the night sky. I turned my head with difficulty and saw Zixuan looking around in terror. She had been standing not far from me, but now she seemed to be trapped by something and couldn't move.

"Help...help me..." Zixuan's voice trembled, her face filled with despair. I followed her gaze and realized that, without us noticing, we were surrounded by a group of hideous demons. They wielded various weapons, emitting chilling growls as they approached us step by step.

Zi Xuan's face drained of color. She desperately tried to break free, but found there was no way to escape. The demons surrounded her, their weapons gleaming with a chilling light.

I watched helplessly as Zixuan was surrounded by demons. My body felt as if it were being crushed by a mountain, unable to move. Waves of intense pain washed over me, and my consciousness began to fade.

I saw Wen Chen's figure swaying precariously under the Demon King's frenzied attacks. His white robes were stained crimson with blood, yet he stubbornly resisted. My heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible to breathe.

No, I can't fall like this! Wen Chen is still fighting; I can't let him face all this alone!

I gritted my teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and struggled to stand up. My body trembled, each movement feeling like it was being torn apart, but I persevered, supporting myself little by little.

I saw Wen Chen being sent flying by the Demon King's palm strike, crashing heavily to the ground. My heart sank... "Wen Chen!" I shouted hoarsely, using all my strength.

Then, I saw him slowly stand up... in his hand, tightly gripping the blood-stained immortal sword...

Wen Chen! My hoarse cry was drowned out by the deafening sounds of fighting. He staggered to his feet, the cold light of his immortal sword drawing a chilling arc in the dim sky. I struggled to stand, but it felt as if all the bones in my body were shattered; the excruciating pain rendered me immobile.

I watched helplessly as Wen Chen was struck again by the Black Flame Demon King. He staggered back a few steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained his white robes. My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost suffocating me. No, I can't just stand by and watch! I have to do something!

I gritted my teeth and, with all my might, managed to prop myself up. Everything before my eyes blurred; I felt lightheaded, as if I might collapse at any moment. But I couldn't fall; Wen Chen needed me!

"Wen Chen..." I used the last bit of strength to call his name, my voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

He seemed to hear my voice, and with difficulty turned his head to look at me. His face was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, but his eyes were filled with worry.

"Yao'er...you...how did you get up..." His voice was weak and trembling.

"I...I'm fine..." I forced a pale smile through the excruciating pain. "I...I'll help...help you..."

I walked towards him step by step, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge; the intense pain made it almost impossible to breathe. But I persevered, one step, two steps, three steps…

"Don't come any closer!" Wen Chen's voice suddenly turned stern. "You're already... injured... go away..."

"No... I won't leave..." I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. "I want... to be with you..."

I finally reached his side and reached out to support his swaying body. His body was burning hot, as if it were on fire, and I could feel his rapid heartbeat.

"Yao'er..." He leaned weakly on my shoulder, his breath faint, "I'm sorry... I... couldn't protect you..."

"No...it's not your fault..." I hugged him tightly, tears streaming silently down my face. "We...fight...together..."

Seeing us supporting each other, the Black Flame Demon King let out a piercing laugh. "How touching! Too bad, you'll all die here today!"

He approached us step by step, the black demonic energy in his hands churning, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Wen Chen struggled to stand up, but his body had reached its limit and he was unable to move at all.

“Wen Chen…” I held his hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his palm, “Don’t give up…”

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with determination. "I...won't give up..."

He took a deep breath, and the immortal sword in his hand once again emitted a dazzling light. He shielded me behind him, and with his last ounce of strength, pointed the sword at the Black Flame Demon King… “Come on…”

The Black Flame Demon King's arrogant laughter echoed in my ears, like a sharp blade scraping against my eardrums, sending chills down my spine. The black energy surrounding him surged even more violently, like boiling magma, scorching the surrounding air. I felt an immense pressure bearing down on me, almost crushing me. His scarlet eyes were fixed on Wen Chen, flashing with cruel light, as if he could already see Wen Chen struggling in agony at his feet.

"Wen Chen!" I cried out in terror, trying to push him away, but my body felt as heavy as lead, and I couldn't move.

Wen Chen still held me tightly behind him, the light of the immortal sword in his hand dimming, the blade trembling slightly, as if it would shatter at any moment. I knew that he had exhausted all his spiritual power and had no strength left to resist the Black Flame Demon King's attack.

Despair washed over me like a tidal wave, and I closed my eyes tightly, awaiting death.

However, the expected excruciating pain did not come. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Wen Chen still standing in front of me, his tall figure as majestic as a mountain, shielding me from all danger.

"Yao'er, don't be afraid." His voice was weak but firm, as if it had some kind of magic, which gradually calmed my panicked heart.

The Black Flame Demon King was surprised to see that Wen Chen was still standing. He snorted coldly, gathered his power again, and prepared to deliver a fatal blow to Wen Chen.

I know we can't continue to passively take hits like this; we have to find a way to turn the tide. But I'm severely injured now, and my spiritual energy is almost completely depleted. What can I possibly do?

I tried to calm myself down and started thinking of a strategy. It was common knowledge that the Black Flame Demon King's power came from his demonic horns. We had been trying to attack his horns, but he had repeatedly thwarted our attacks. Could it be that we had been going in the wrong direction all along?

My gaze fell upon the Black Flame Demon King's chest, where a jet-black heart throbbed, radiating an evil aura. It suddenly occurred to me that while the core of the Demon King's power was in his demon horns, could the source of his power lie in his heart? If I could attack his heart, perhaps I could defeat him completely!

The idea flashed through my mind like lightning, giving me a glimmer of hope. I immediately told Wen Chen, "Wen Chen, his heart! Attack his heart!"

Wen Chen was slightly taken aback, then understood what I meant. A glint flashed in his eyes, and he gripped the immortal sword tightly in his hand… “Yao’er, cover me!”