Ch 598: Liu Dongyue’s Despair
“Husband, what’s wrong?”
Liu Dongyue remained silent, only slowly shedding two lines of tears.
Xuan Hu looked at Liu Dongyue and softly said, “It’s okay, I’m here.”
Hearing these words full of concern, Liu Dongyue felt the softest part of his heart being gently touched. The tears that had been accumulating in his reddish eyes could no longer be suppressed, and they poured out.
Liu Dongyue hugged Xuan Hu and rested his head on her shoulder, crying without any restraint.
He was really too tired; it was as if a large mountain was pressing down on his heart.
At this moment, as he cried out, the mountain seemed to be gradually melting away.
Xuan Hu tightly embraced Liu Dongyue, patted his back, and remained silent.
Even though she didn’t know what was wrong with Liu Dongyue.
But as the last close person he had in this world, all she could give Liu Dongyue at this moment was her warm embrace, allowing him to vent completely.
After crying for a long while, Liu Dongyue stopped sobbing, looked at Xuan Hu, and said, “Thank you.”
He had faced too many matters recently, so many that he felt somewhat suffocated.
Fortunately, a good cry relieved a lot.
“Do you still need to say thank you between you and me?” Xuan Hu chuckled softly.
Liu Dongyue smiled along.
Just then, a series of footsteps came from a distance.
Immediately, what came into Liu Dongyue’s and Xuan Hu’s sight was Penglai Demon Race Clan Leader Ji Yunlang.
Ji Yunlang came to the two of them with an anxious look and said, “Old Ancestor, there was an explosion on the Eastern Imperial Palace side. The situation is exactly the same as the Heaven’s Punishment that happened before. I’m afraid that less than one in ten of the Demon Race on the battlefield survived, but the same should be true for the Human Race…”
A Heaven’s Punishment unexpectedly appeared on the Eastern Imperial Palace’s battlefield.
Almost the entire Demon Race of Western Ting knew the power of Heaven’s Punishment. Although Ji Yunlang didn’t know why Heaven’s Punishment would appear there, he was very glad that he hadn’t acted on his own and stubbornly dragged his clansmen onto the battlefield.
Fortunately, he listened to the Old Ancestor’s instructions; otherwise, he would have become the eternal sinner of their Penglai Demon Race.
At this time, on the battlefield of Eastern Imperial Palace.
【Nuclear Bombs【 produce extremely intense nuclear ️radiation️ when they explode.
This is a very terrifying thing. If it were normal times, one could resist it by mobilizing True Qi to protect the body.
But at this moment, those who can survive on the battlefield can do nothing other than still possessing their own consciousness.
Some of the Demon Race who were lucky enough to survive originally could only despairingly feel their Life dissipating bit by bit under the erosion of nuclear ️radiation️.
At this time, Yuan Baishan and Chu Jinghan supported each other and collapsed on the ground, looking at the battlefield like a living hell, their faces full of panic.
Their current state was unprecedentedly bad; it would not be an exaggeration to say that their lamps had run out of oil.
Being able to barely sit up was already extremely difficult, and wanting to stand up and take a few steps was even harder than ascending to the heavens.
Within this short period of time, they could only watch as one after another of the Demon Race was invaded by poisonous gas and died amidst heart-wrenching screams.
And they are now facing the same predicament.
They couldn’t mobilize even a trace of True Qi throughout their bodies, and could only allow the poisonous gas to invade their bodies bit by bit.
This was undoubtedly an agonizing and very desperate process.
“Are we just going to be poisoned to death here?!”
Chu Jinghan muttered, his heart full of panic, without a trace of the demeanor of a Demon Saint.
“Don’t talk nonsense, everything will definitely be fine…”
Yuan Baishan frowned and quickly said.
But halfway through, his voice gradually faded away.
In the previous great battle, he had exhausted all the Spirit Wine and Pills he had brought with him. Otherwise, if he had saved a little, he wouldn’t have to stay here and wait for death.
The only hope now was that the matter of the explosion at Eastern Imperial Palace would be quickly known by the Demon Race of Western Ting.
At that time, maybe someone will come to investigate, and then they should be rescued.
But this is Dongyan Province, the territory of the Human Race, and whether any of the Demon Race would dare to come is another matter.
In short, hope is very slim.
But just then.
A figure suddenly appeared in mid-air, and then with a flash, the figure appeared above the Eastern Imperial Palace, which had already been reduced to >ruins>.
“No, it can’t be, it can’t be…”
Liu Dongyue muttered, looking at everything around him that was like purgatory.
Not only had the battlefield of Eastern Imperial Palace exploded, but he had also received a message from Ji Yunlang that not long ago, the Experts of Divine Palace of Dongyan Province had also rushed to this 【battlefield【.
If there was an explosion, it would definitely affect the people of Divine Palace.
And Longevity Temple, as a member of Divine Palace, would definitely come here.
But with Martial Uncle around, and his Junior Brothers, Junior Sisters, and Disciples being highly skilled, even if they encountered an explosion, it should be fine, right?
When this thought arose, it was firmly cut off by Liu Dongyue.
His gaze constantly swept over the densely packed corpses, and corpses that were once somewhat familiar but already disfigured appeared in his eyes one by one.
Lu Tianxing, Tang Guyu, Tang Jingzhe…
Turning his head, Liu Dongyue saw Shi Ming and Song Yitao lying together, as well as Yun Qianzhu, who had lost an arm and was also dead, and the corpses of the Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters of Longevity Temple.
Liu Dongyue’s face suddenly turned extremely pale, his pupils dilated, and his face was full of disbelief.
“It’s not real, it’s not real…”
Liu Dongyue muttered unconsciously, feeling as if his heart was being slowly ground by a dull saw.
The pain continued to magnify, as if he was about to suffocate.
“I’m still waiting to go back and show off my achievements in Western Ting to you, how could you take the first step…”
Liu Dongyue finally understood where the uneasiness in his heart came from.
It was all because of the Disciples of Longevity Temple, his Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters who he used to spend time with day and night, had all died in this 【battle【.
Since he accidentally came to Western Ting, he had never returned to Longevity Temple once. He had originally planned to go to Longevity Temple secretly after a while to see how his Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters were doing, and to reunite.
But he never expected that when he saw them again, they had already turned into cold corpses.
Liu Dongyue stood in place, his upright posture seemed to have been hunched over countless times in an instant, and even the sight in front of him became increasingly blurred, until a figure moved at the corner of his eye.
“Martial Uncle!”
Liu Dongyue suddenly came to Xiao Han, looking at the dense wounds on his body and his lamp-exhausted Aura, his tone was full of unprecedented helplessness.
“Why did it become like this? How could there suddenly be a ️Nuclear Bomb️ explosion? Qianzhu and Shi Ming, they…”
Liu Dongyue trembled all over. He said halfway, but he couldn’t say the fact that his Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters had died just like that.
“Why are you here?”
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