219: You can't save anyone

Lin Feng's figure, like a ghost, silently slipped into the stone hall.

A thick smell of blood mixed with the stench of Yao Beasts assailed him, almost making him gag.

The hall was a mess; the bodies of several Yanyue Sect female Disciples lay in pools of blood, their deaths tragic.

In the center of the great hall, the massive body of the Ink Dragon was coiled, dark light swirling around it, exuding the suffocating pressure of a second-grade Yao Beast.

Every flick of its tail, every exhalation of Demonic Qi, made the ground tremble and shattered stones fly.

Nangong Wan's pretty face was ashen, a striking streak of blood at the corner of her mouth.

She was driving the dim Vermillion Bird Ring, barely maintaining a flame shield to protect the last few trembling Disciples behind her.

The flames emitted by the Vermillion Bird Ring seemed powerless against the layer of protective Demonic Qi on the Ink Dragon's body.

With each collision, Nangong Wan's body would tremble slightly, and her face would grow even paler.

She was about to collapse.

Lin Feng hid behind a broken stone pillar, his eyes terrifyingly calm.

Killing this Ink Dragon?

Impossible.

With his current body, a Pseudo Spiritual Root, and Qi Refining tenth-level magical power, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The only way was to create an opportunity for Nangong Wan to escape with the remaining people.

He took a deep breath and fumbled in his Storage Pouch for a few items.

These were the spoils of war he had scavenged from Zhong Wu and the Tianque Fortress Disciple: a rusty flying fork, a half-broken bronze mirror, and a few unknown metal cones.

They were all Low Grade Magical Artifacts.

But now, they were his only weapons.

Lin Feng held his breath, waiting for the right moment.

The Ink Dragon seemed to have grown tired of the cat-and-mouse game. It let out an impatient roar, its huge head suddenly shot out, opening its gaping maw, and a stream of dark green venom shot out like an arrow towards Nangong Wan.

Nangong Wan gritted her silver teeth, pouring all her remaining magical power into the Vermillion Bird Ring.

"Buzz!"

The Vermillion Bird Ring glowed brightly, transforming into the phantom of a fiery Vermilion Bird, meeting the venom.

Now!

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, and his figure shot out from behind the stone pillar.

He frantically poured his meager magical power into the several tattered Magical Artifacts in his hands, his arm muscles bulging, and with all his might, he hurled them fiercely at the Ink Dragon's vulnerable spot, seven inches behind its neck!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The flying fork, bronze mirror, and metal cones, with their sharp whistling sounds, drew several bizarre arcs, accurately striking the same spot on the Ink Dragon.

There, where its scales parted, was its weakest defensive point.

"Pfft!"

Although the Magical Artifacts were of Low Grade, under Lin Feng's precise throw, they still managed to break through the Ink Dragon's defense, causing a slight scrape to its flesh and blood.

"Roar—!!!"

The Ink Dragon roared, a earth-shattering bellow, in pain.

Its massive body twisted wildly, abandoning its attack on Nangong Wan, and it suddenly turned its head, its lantern-like blood-red eyes fixed on Lin Feng, who had ambushed it.

An endless wave of brutality and killing intent instantly enveloped Lin Feng.

Nangong Wan's pressure suddenly decreased, and she couldn't help but be startled.

Following the Ink Dragon's gaze, she saw a slender, blood-soaked young man confronting the furious Yao Beast with a sword.

This figure...

A deep sense of confusion and disbelief flashed in Nangong Wan's beautiful eyes.

"Go!"

Lin Feng didn't look back, letting out a furious shout.

Nangong Wan's delicate body trembled, and she instantly sobered up.

She glanced at her terrified Grand-Disciples behind her, then at Lin Feng, who was completely targeted by the Ink Dragon and in grave danger.

The young man was relying on his incredible movement technique, struggling to parry the Ink Dragon's storm-like attacks, constantly in peril.

He was using his life to buy them time!

Nangong Wan bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, almost drawing blood.

Ultimately, reason prevailed.

"Grandmaster..." a Disciple behind her cried out.

"Go!"

Nangong Wan snapped, no longer hesitating, and swept up the remaining Disciples, transforming into a streak of light, rushing towards the blasted opening of the cave.

At the last moment before flying out of the stone hall, she couldn't help but look back, taking a deep look at the figure maneuvering on the edge of death.

She would engrave this man's image in her mind.

Lin Feng sensed Nangong Wan's Aura receding and felt a slight relief in his heart.

His goal had been achieved.

Next, it was a matter of how long he could live.

Each of the Ink Dragon's pounces carried the momentum of a collapsing mountain.

Even without being directly hit, the violent aftershocks of the strong wind made Lin Feng's Qi and blood churn, and his internal organs felt as if they were displaced.

He was entirely relying on battle instincts that surpassed the limits of this body, dancing with death.

Dodge, parry, then dodge again.

He was like a small boat in a raging storm, always on the verge of capsizing.

Finally, after narrowly dodging the Ink Dragon's claws once more, a slight sluggishness appeared in his magical power.

It was this momentary pause that became a fatal flaw.

"Whoosh!"

The Ink Dragon's thick tail, like a steel whip, swept towards him with a tearing gust of wind.

Lin Feng's pupils constricted, wanting to dodge, but it was already too late.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

Lin Feng felt as if his chest had been struck by a mountain; his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the distant stone wall, then rolling to the ground.

"Pfft!"

He spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

On his chest, a gruesome wound, deep enough to see bone, stretched from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, almost disemboweling him.

It was over.

Lin Feng lay on the ground, his consciousness blurring. He looked at the Ink Dragon, its head held high, approaching step by step, and slowly closed his eyes.

Just as he awaited the arrival of death.

A cold, delicate shout, like the cry of a Nine Heavens Phoenix, echoed through the hall.

"Evil beast, die!"

Lin Feng struggled to open a slit of his eye.

He saw a red light descending from the sky; it was Nangong Wan, who had returned!

She had gone and returned, and after placing the Disciples in a safe area, she had actually come back to fight!

She floated in mid-air, her expression icy, pouring all her magical power unreservedly into the Vermillion Bird Ring.

The Vermillion Bird Ring erupted with an unprecedented brilliant red glow, transforming into a huge fiery light wheel, striking fiercely at the Ink Dragon's seven-inch wound with an Aura that could sever anything!

"Crack!"

A bone-shattering sound, grating to the teeth, rang out.

The Ink Dragon's massive body was actually cut in half by this blow!

The two halves of its body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Nangong Wan's figure swayed, and she descended from the air, quickly walking to Lin Feng's side and squatting down.

She extended her slender jade finger and touched the area around Lin Feng's wound; a gentle magical power flowed over, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

"Your injury can still be treated. Once I take you out of the Blood Forbidden Ground, I will definitely find Spirit Medicine."

Her voice was clear, with a trace of imperceptible concern.

"But Fellow Daoist, I don't know why, I always feel like you are very familiar."

Nangong Wan examined Lin Feng's blood-stained face, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, lost in thought.

Lin Feng, however, widened his eyes, his pupils filled with horror.

He saw that behind Nangong Wan, the severed half of the Dragon's body was not dead!

Its single eye flickered with extremely malicious light, and it silently opened its fanged mouth, biting like lightning towards Nangong Wan's back!

"Uh... Ah..."

Lin Feng tried his best to shout a warning, but only gurgling sounds of bloody foam came from his throat.

He watched helplessly as the gaping maw bit off half of Nangong Wan's body.

Blood stained her white clothes.

The confusion on her face solidified into eternal astonishment.

Lin Feng's heart, at that moment, felt as if it had been tightly squeezed by an invisible hand.

Pain spread throughout his body.

Everything around him stopped again.

The distorted demonic shadow arrived as promised.

"How is it? Kid." The Sky Demon's voice was full of joyous mockery, "She still died, and it was because of you."

"Here, you can't save anyone. And you will eventually die here too."

Lin Feng raised his head, his eyes still calm.

He said nothing.

"Hmph, boring kid."

The Sky Demon also seemed to tire of this monologue, snorted coldly, and dissipated into the air.

The static world resumed its flow.

Lin Feng helplessly watched Nangong Wan's broken body fall beside him.

The half Ink Dragon turned its malevolent gaze towards him.

Its sharp claws tore at his body.

Excruciating pain came, and his consciousness, amidst the endless blood loss, sank into darkness.

...

When Lin Feng opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a simple wooden house.

He sat up, feeling that his body was fine, only his Dantian was empty, and his magical power was weak.

It was another body with a Pseudo Spiritual Root.

He pushed open the door and walked out.

Before him was a spacious plaza where many youths, dressed in gray Disciple robes like him, were training.

Not far away, a majestic mountain gate stood.

On the plaque of the mountain gate, three blood-red characters were carved.

Qingyang Sect.