socalfunplaces Chapter 3417: Gradually Withering
Chapter 3417: Gradually Withering
Space began to crack inch by inch, making a "crackling" sound, as if the entire Ghost Realm battlefield was about to collapse under this force.
"Now, I grant you... eternal rest."
The voice of the ghost was icy cold to the extreme.
With a gentle wave of his arm, the ghostly balloon, condensed with endless death and resentment, instantly transformed into a devastating black streak of spiritual energy.
The bolt of light, like a roaring black dragon, tore through the sky and hurtled straight down at Yang Susu!
His target is Yang Susu.
As the core of this battle, and the hope of the gods of the lower realm, killing her would bring this resistance to a complete end.
Yang Susu stood covered in blood in the center of the cracked earth.
Her long hair was disheveled and hanging down her back, and bloodstains were splattered on her face. Her eyes were still bright, but now they were filled with a deathly coldness.
The Holy Heaven Sword was stuck diagonally in the ground in front of him, its blade stained with dark purple ghostly energy and scarlet blood.
She watched the black spiritual energy streak carrying endless destructive power as it drew closer and closer.
As it passed, the space crumbled inch by inch.
She knew perfectly well that she could not withstand this attack.
Even if you open the Three Lives Stone, even if you use your last bit of strength, you cannot shake it in the slightest.
The difference between gods is so great.
She believed that after going through countless hardships and attaining godhood, she would be able to protect the people she wanted to protect.
She believed that with the Holy Heaven Sword and the combined strength of everyone, they could fight against this ghost from the upper realm.
But now she realizes how naive her thoughts were.
She slowly closed her eyes, a single tear sliding down her cheek and dripping onto the cold ground, where it evaporated instantly.
She has given it her all!
At the critical moment, a small, yellow figure suddenly leaped down from Yang Rui's shoulder.
Xiao Huang usually loves to stick close to Yang Susu, loves to act cute, is greedy, and is also most afraid of pain.
But at this moment, it did not hesitate for a moment.
Her small body, like a light, falling leaf, steadily shielded Yang Susu.
Facing that devastating stream of ghostly energy, facing that destructive power capable of instantly turning any living being below the divine realm into ashes, it showed no sign of retreat or fear.
"Master, Little Yellow can no longer stay with you."
It turned around and nuzzled Yang Susu with its little head.
Those big, round, black eyes were filled with reluctance and longing, and were brimming with tears.
It has been with its master for so long, seen its master's laughter, witnessed its master's tears, and seen its master's growth.
Now, having shielded its master from this fatal blow, it has no regrets.
Yang Susu suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils contracted sharply, and the deathly stillness in her eyes was instantly replaced by terror.
She wanted to rush forward, to push that small figure away, to shield it from the attack.
But the divine power of the ghosts and gods was like a million towering mountains, firmly suppressing her in place.
That oppressive aura seeped into her limbs and bones, imprisoning her soul.
She could only watch helplessly as the little guy, who usually hopped and skipped around and loved to sleep in her arms, used his fragile body to face the wrath of the gods.
"Do not--!!!"
Yang Susu let out a roar.
Xiao Huang didn't turn around.
Its small face had lost its usual innocence and liveliness, leaving only an unprecedented determination and resolve.
It knew that its own strength was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of ghosts and gods.
But it's not your average Solomon's seal.
"Ancestor of the Medicine Spirits, with my body, I transform the vitality of eternity, to bless my lord with eternal peace..."
His magical medicine skills weren't learned for nothing.
Ancient and obscure incantations were chanted from its tiny mouth.
The incantation, bearing the vicissitudes of time and the inheritance of bloodlines, contained a powerful force of life in every word.
As the incantation was finished, the two lush green leaves on its head suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant green light.
The green light, like the rising sun, instantly pierced the darkness of the Ghost Realm battlefield, illuminating the entire world.
The green light contained an intensely rich vitality, which contrasted sharply with the surrounding deathly aura.
Little Yellow is sacrificing itself!
It was burning away all its life force as an ancient medicinal spirit.
Burn your spiritual roots, burn your divine soul, burn everything that you have in this world!
Its tiny body, bathed in brilliant green light, gradually became transparent, yet at that moment, it seemed to transform into an ancient divine tree that supported the heavens and the earth.
It spread its small arms, as if opening a solid barrier, and resolutely faced the surging torrent of death.
A torrent of ghostly energy swept in, colliding violently with the dazzling green light.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an eerie silence.
The black ghostly energy, like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, frantically eroded the green light;
The green vitality, like tenacious grass, stubbornly resisted the devouring of the ghostly energy.
As the two forces collided, Xiao Huang's body began to wither away little by little.
The tender leaves on its top gradually lost their luster, turned yellow and withered, and the edges began to curl and break.
Its yellow skin began to peel off, revealing the pale skin underneath;
Its body began to shrivel up, like a withered leaf that had been drained of moisture.
But it still did not fall down, and remained in the posture of having its arms outstretched.
Its eyes were always fixed on Yang Susu's direction, and its round eyes were filled with tears.
It used its last breath to hold up the last line of defense for its master.
As Yang Susu watched the gradually withering yellow figure and the increasingly dim green light, her heart felt as if it were being torn apart, the pain making it hard for her to breathe.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out; she could only let the tears flow wildly, blurring her vision.
Her little yellow dog is about to leave her!
Amidst the torrent of ghostly energy, the roars of countless wronged souls grew ever louder.
That destructive force ultimately prevailed.
Finally, with a soft "snap," the last tender leaf on Little Yellow's head shattered completely, turning into specks of green light that dissipated into the air.
Its body, like a burnt-out, withered leaf, slowly drifted down.
The moment it landed, the dazzling green light was completely swallowed up by the black ghostly energy.
The devastating ghostly energy, after being blocked by Xiao Huang, was greatly reduced in power and eventually turned into a faint black mist that grazed Yang Susu's shoulder and landed on the ground in the distance, blasting out a small crater.
The spiritual root burned out, and the withered leaves fell.
The battlefield of the Ghost Realm was deathly silent.