A single sword strike.
It pierced straight through Lillian Chen's chest.
The blade that emerged was impossibly sharp.
Lightning flickered along the sword, radiating waves of terror that made hearts tremble.
Light flashed across Lillian Chen’s entire body.
From within her, came the sound of a child crying.
A gray shadow of light—
—shot out from Lillian Chen’s body at lightning speed.
It was like a meteor bursting out of a massive tomb.
It had once shattered the silence of countless ages.
It had once streaked across the sky, slammed into Lillian Chen, and vanished without a trace.
But now—
It appeared once more.
A terrifying, overwhelming power surged out from it.
Those waves of power crashed like a tsunami toward the man clad in pitch-black armor.
Power.
Terrifying power!
"Hm?"
The man's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes flashing with surprise and suspicion.
He waved a single hand, and instantly countless torrents of spiritual qi surged toward the gray shadow.
Countless dao arts and Grand Dao patterns tried to obliterate the gray shadow.
But for a moment, they were helpless!
A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes.
Lily Zhao stared blankly at Evan Lin.
Evan Lin's hair was now completely white.
In his arms was the girl who had been run through by a sword.
Blood stained the corner of Lillian Chen’s mouth as she tilted her head back, gazing up at Evan Lin’s face.
Blood bloomed at her lips like a flower.
Her eyes held a hint of reluctant longing.
"I..."