Beneath the crimson sky

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s. The very stones seemed to weep, slick with the blood of demons and demon hunters alike. Chi Yu, her breath ragged, stumbled back, her porcelain face streaked wit

she sneered, her laughter echoing through the temple. "You people can't do anything; you will just die, along with your companions and loved ones." She ascended her throne, her power surging as she began to cl

nued her ritual to seal the mountain. But a flicker of surprise crossed her face. "You made a mistake," Chi Yu's voice cut through the air. Despite her weakened state, she struggled, her wil

eously, demon hunters and benevolent demons stormed Xinghua Mountain, their arrival a tide against the Empress's power. Chi Yu w

mbroidered with silver threads that pulsed with an inner light. He carried a dao, its curved blade gleaming

mor of warning in his tone. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, hel

t's too late. I am immortal, beyond your reach." She transformed into red ash, carried away on the wind, her laught

e, ready to sacrifice everything for Chi Yu. "You have no right to hurt her," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You are just like your father, willing to do

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o steady her breath, locked eyes with him. She could feel the weight of his emotions, the depth of the pain and love th

t for. "You are weak. You are all weak," the Empress's voice reverberated, carr

had no time for regrets. She could feel the pulse of her own blood, the connection

rose, shaking off the remnants of the jian formation that had bound her. Her eyes, once clouded with fear, now burned with an unwavering

him. He had seen countless warriors fall in the face of such overwhelming darkness, but Chi Yu.

long buried within himself stir to life. Not fea