142: My brother is here.

"Not good, she's trying to escape."

Situ Canglan let out an angry shout and was the first to charge fiercely toward Yao Lingyu like an arrow leaving a bowstring.

"Go to Hell! Prodigy."

At that moment, countless experts angrily swung their Sword Qi, carrying a sharp and incomparable Aura as they slashed down ruthlessly toward Yao Lingyu.

"Puchi, puchi, puchi."

With several heart-wrenching sounds of flesh being pierced, countless shocking scars instantly appeared on Yao Lingyu's delicate body.

Even though she was covered in wounds, she remained undeterred, stubbornly flapping her brilliant wings and carrying Yang Lingchen away at extreme speed.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen's eyes held a cold light like ice, resembling two sharp blades staring fixedly at the pursuing crowd behind them. He wanted to engrave their faces deep into his mind; if he didn't die today, he would make them pay a hundredfold one day.

Yao Lingyu's speed was as fast as lightning; even if Yang Lingchen used sword flight, he couldn't possibly match her speed. However, Yao Lingyu didn't last long before her speed gradually slowed down because her injuries were far too severe.

"Yang Lingchen, get as far away from me as possible," Yao Lingyu cried out. Her back suddenly jolted, and she instantly threw Yang Lingchen toward the distance with all her might.

Meanwhile, she charged without hesitation toward the enemies who were relentlessly pursuing them from behind.

"Xiao Yu."

Yang Lingchen let out a hoarse roar, his eyes filled with absolute despair.

"Get lost!"

Yao Lingyu's voice held a trace of coldness and determination.

"Xiao Yu, you must stay alive."

Yang Lingchen took a deep look at Yao Lingyu, turned around, and sped away. He knew clearly that staying behind would only make him a heavy burden for Xiao Yu.

"Hahaha..."

"To think the dignified little princess of the Yao Race would actually be willing to die for an insignificant human."

Chen Junlong sneered and instantly swung a sword strike of startling power, attacking Yao Lingyu sharply.

"You despicable and shameless humans, even if I die today, I will take you all with me."

Yao Lingyu's voice was exceptionally cold. Her huge and magnificent wings continuously flapped madly at the opponents, while scorching Phoenix Divine Fire gushed out incessantly.

For a time, sparks flew everywhere like brilliant fireworks, and countless experts fell under this terrifying Phoenix Divine Fire.

Although many experts on the opposing side had died, Yao Lingyu's injuries had reached their limit, and her movements began to slow down.

Just then, Situ Canglan caught a perfect opportunity and slammed a powerful palm strike into Yao Lingyu's yao body.

"Bang..."

"Puff...!"

Yao Lingyu spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. Her already scarred body was sent flying backward by the impact.

"Boom..."

With a deafening roar, Yao Lingyu's body crashed heavily onto the ground. At this point, she no longer had the strength to get back up.

"Go, kill her."

"Right, drink her Phoenix blood and pull out her Phoenix sinews."

"You can have the rest, but I must have her Phoenix core and the secret treasure she stole from my Wuji Sword Sect," Situ Canglan said, his eyes cold as if they could seep frost.

These experts, who shook the entire Tianwu Continent, all had greedy looks in their eyes, staring intensely at Yao Lingyu, who was like a candle flickering in the wind.

By now, Yao Lingyu had transformed back into her human form and was struggling to prop herself up. Her eyes were like two sharp blades that could pierce through one's heart as she coldly stared at the surrounding crowd of predators.

After flying over a hundred kilometers, Yang Lingchen suddenly turned around with determination and returned the way he came at lightning speed.

"Kid, what are you trying to do?" Ling'er's cold voice came from within the immortal demon sword.

"I can't leave Xiao Yu behind; I have to save her," Yang Lingchen said, his eyes as firm as a rock.

"You can't save her; you'll even lose your own life, and you'll waste the escape opportunity she worked so hard to get for you," Ling'er said helplessly.

"I don't want any escape opportunity. I only want Xiao Yu to live. If she dies, even if I gain eternal life, I will live in guilt and never be happy," Yang Lingchen's voice was hoarse, as if it could tear a person's heart.

"Do you really want to save her?" Ling'er asked.

"Yes. Even if I die, I will face it with her."

Yang Lingchen's eyes showed a trace of determination. He could not, under any circumstances, do something as irresponsible as leaving a woman behind to escape alone.

"Fine, I'll count you as a responsible man. This Young Lady will help you once, but the price is that you will likely die," Ling'er said after a moment of silence.

"Ling'er, you'll really help me save Xiao Yu?" Yang Lingchen asked, ecstatic.

"Of course, but the price you pay will likely be death," Ling'er said.

"I'm not afraid."

"Open up your Divine Sense. Next, I will use a secret technique to forcibly raise your cultivation to the Saint Realm temporarily. You only have half an hour. As for whether you can survive after that, it's up to fate," Ling'er said solemnly.

"I'm ready, come on!" Yang Lingchen's eyes showed determination, as if he were prepared for anything.

"Alright, bear with it. This process is extremely painful. If you can't endure it, your body will explode and you'll die."

As soon as Ling'er finished speaking, she instantly cast a mysterious and powerful technique into Yang Lingchen's Divine Sense.

"Aaaaaah..."

Immediately, Yang Lingchen let out a series of shrill, hair-raising screams. At this moment, he felt as if his entire body was being torn apart, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

"No, I can't die yet. I haven't saved Xiao Yu." Yang Lingchen's eyes were sharp, carrying a cold glint that seemed able to freeze everything.

Soon, his cultivation began to skyrocket like a rocket.

"Emperor Realm, Third Level."

"Emperor Realm, Fourth Level."

"Emperor Realm, Fifth Level."

"Emperor Realm, Sixth Level."

..."Emperor Realm, Ninth Level."

"Boom boom boom..."

"Saint Realm, First Level."

Following a thunderous boom within his body, Yang Lingchen broke through to the First Level of the Saint Realm.

While his cultivation grew rapidly, the pain Yang Lingchen endured also multiplied.

By now, Yao Lingyu had been cornered into a dark spot by a group of Saints. There was almost no intact skin on her body, and she was covered in bloody wounds.

She stood there quietly, looking like a tragic figure drenched in blood, her eyes emitting a cold light that made people shudder.

"Everyone, use long-range attacks to prevent her from self-destructing."

Su Beiming said with a cold expression, looking like a hungry wolf.

After speaking, Su Beiming was the first to unleash a powerful blast of Profound Energy toward Yao Lingyu.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Faced with the continuous long-range attacks from a group of Saints, Yao Lingyu could no longer resist, and her body fell toward the ground.

Just then, a brilliant white light flashed, and at the moment Yao Lingyu was about to hit the ground, a figure caught her and held her tightly in his arms.

"Xiao Yu, brother is here."

Yang Lingchen's voice trembled as his arms held Yao Lingyu tightly, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"You bastard, who told you to come?"

Yao Lingyu's eyes gradually grew moist, and the blood at the corner of her mouth accompanied a heartbreakingly beautiful smile.

"I came on my own. Even if I die, I can't leave you here alone."

Yang Lingchen said softly, his voice full of endless tenderness and determination.

"Hahahaha... Kid, you refused the path to heaven and barged into Hell instead. Hand over the heavenly martial divine pearl, and I'll leave your corpse intact."

Situ Cang laughed, his eyes glinting with greed like a Vicious Beast that had found its prey; that gaze made one's skin crawl.

"Xiao Yu, this time brother will carry you. Let's kill them all, okay?"

A doting look appeared in Yang Lingchen's eyes, a gaze that seemed capable of melting any ice.

"Mm-hmm!"

A Tiantian smile appeared on Yao Lingyu's lips as she nodded gently, her eyes full of trust and dependence.

Yang Lingchen gently placed Yao Lingyu on his back, then took up the immortal demon sword and used the Phantom Movement Technique to charge toward the crowd like a ghost.

A cold killing intent emanated from Yang Lingchen's eyes. At this moment, he only wanted to kill everyone; as for his own life or death, he no longer cared.

"Swish!"

Yang Lingchen slashed with his sword, and in an instant, the head of a Fifth Level Saint Realm expert flew off, blood spraying everywhere.

After killing one Saint, Yang Lingchen didn't stop but continued the slaughter.

"Swish swish swish..."

In less than a few breaths, Yang Lingchen killed over a dozen Saint Realm experts as if he were harvesting straw.

"Not good, this kid's strength is comparable to an Advanced Saint. Everyone be careful, surround and attack him together!"

Someone shouted in terror, and immediately, countless Saint Realm experts adopted a siege formation. Once one person was attacked, the others would swarm forward to rescue them.