Chapter 127: Despair

"No...!"

Lin Ran's heart-wrenching cry echoed, wanting to sacrifice himself, but as a non-Imperial Warrior, he couldn't control the air, especially now that he was heavily injured and unable to move.

"Save her."

Yin Zheng'an wanted to rescue her, but before he could even get up, he coughed up blood, losing even the ability to control the air, let alone save anyone.

Many Imperial Warriors who rushed to the scene charged forward recklessly, willing to sacrifice themselves.

At the moment when the blade was about to pierce Lin Miaoyin, an endless surge of power rushed forth, like an endless storm seeking to devour the blade.

A resounding roar echoed out as countless powers shattered instantly. Qu Yuanjia's hand blade pierced through many assailants, but the remaining force still fell upon Lin Miaoyin, and a cloud of blood burst forth in the sky.

"Ye Chen, there's something I didn't get the chance to say. I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity anymore. We'll... see each other in the next life..."

Spitting blood from her mouth, Lin Miaoyin's eyes slowly closed, and she fell from the sky like a broken kite, crashing onto the snowy ground. Blood flowed like a crimson rain.

"No..."

Lin Ran screamed in anguish, his voice echoing through the heavens.

Yin Zheng'an's pupils also contracted, his face filled with sorrow.

As for the Imperial Warriors, grief replaced their expressions, followed swiftly by boundless anger.

"Purple Heaven Sect, Golden Cicada Sect, Ye Wuji will avenge us!" The few remaining Imperial Warriors shouted in anger, knowing there was no turning back, rushing out to fight to the death. Some even chose to self-destruct, unleashing their strongest attacks.

"Seeking death."

Qu Yuanjia's expression darkened. Faced with countless Imperial Warriors' self-destructive attacks, he didn't dare to be careless. He immediately gathered his full strength, forming layers of palm seals like iron walls in front of him, blocking all the incoming attacks.

His footsteps trembled slightly as he took a step back.

The power of these self-destructive attacks was terrifying, especially with countless Imperial Warriors detonating simultaneously. Even Qu Yuanjia was pushed back a step, but he remained unharmed.

In the territory of Jinyun, without Ye Wuji's presence, no one could contend with the combined forces of the two sects. With just Qu Yuanjia alone, they could annihilate all the Imperial Warriors of Jinyun.

For a moment, the warriors of Jinyun were like lambs to the slaughter, continuously being harvested.

"Miaoyin."

Lin Ran struggled to reach Lin Miaoyin's side, tears welling up in his eyes as he choked on his words.

Why were their lives so tragic?

First abandoned by their clan, then targeted by the Qiu family, and now killed by the Golden Cicada Sect.

Finally encountering Ye Chen, meeting the benefactor of their lives, the man Lin Miaoyin had feelings for, but they hadn't even had the chance to express their love before they were torn apart.

"She... she's not dead yet."

Yin Zheng'an also approached, checking Lin Miaoyin's condition and discovering a faint heartbeat, filling Lin Ran with relief.

"Quick, save Miaoyin!" Lin Ran exclaimed in alarm.

Without needing to be told, Yin Zheng'an would act. He produced numerous healing pills and life-saving elixirs, all of which were consumed by Lin Miaoyin.

Lin Miaoyin's injuries were indeed severe. If it weren't for the many Imperial Warriors sacrificing themselves to weaken the force of the blow, Lin Miaoyin would likely have died by now.

However, even after taking many elixirs, Lin Miaoyin showed no signs of improvement. Her condition seemed to worsen, her breath becoming weaker and weaker, almost fading away.

"Her injuries are too severe. I'm powerless to help. Quickly, find Ye Wuji, or there might still be hope." Yin Zheng'an shook his head helplessly, unable to change her fate with his own strength.

"I'll go find Young Master Chen." Lin Ran picked up Lin Miaoyin, his steps unsteady but determined.

"Block them with all your might!"

Yin Zheng'an escorted Lin Ran and Lin Miaoyin, commanding the remaining Imperial Warriors of the Yin family and the few remaining Imperial Warriors of Jinyun to fight to the death.

"It's futile."

Qu Yuanjia watched the Imperial Warriors fighting fearlessly, sneering coldly. He unleashed palm seals that blocked all the attacks from the self-destructive Imperial Warriors. Some would still fall.

"It seems that Ye Wuji is severely injured. Even so, he dares not show himself."

Watching the Jinyun warriors being continuously slaughtered, Purple Pure Yang finally showed a smile.

Since their arrival, his divine sense had been on high alert, wary of Ye Wuji suddenly appearing in battle. But now, with Jinyun devastated and even his girlfriend fallen, Ye Wuji still didn't dare to show himself.

The only explanation was that Ye Wuji was afraid.

Now, it was certain that he wouldn't show himself.

"Find Ye Wuji. We mustn't give him a chance to recover." Gold Wu Tian spoke softly.

Even so, they wouldn't dare to let Ye Wuji go. Regardless, Ye Wuji had to die today, or they would face endless trouble in the future.

The warriors of the two sects flew out on warships, heading towards the vast snowy mountains, searching meticulously. Even if they had to dig three feet into the ground, they would find Ye Wuji.

Purple Pure Yang and Gold Wu Tian also walked out of the warships, standing on the deck and heading towards the depths of the snowy mountains.

"No one can stop the combined forces of the two sects. Even Ye Wuji dares not show himself. Is this the end of Jinyun?"

Watching the vast array of warriors from the two sects, the crowds several miles away couldn't help but show despair.

"Ye Wuji is doomed for sure. Your legend is about to fall."

Those who envied Ye Wuji spoke again, their words filled with schadenfreude.

"Shut up!"

Someone scolded them.

After all, the destruction of the North Cold Palace by Ye Wuji was an internal matter of Jinyun. Now, with the invasion of the two sects, they were external enemies. Once Ye Wuji fell, both upper and lower Jinyun would likely become slaves.

This was a matter of Jinyun's dignity. To see someone gloating over it was simply unforgivable.

"What's the use of shutting up? Even his own woman has fallen, yet he dares not show himself. It's obvious that Ye Wuji is scared."

Those who envied Ye Wuji became increasingly aggressive.

They knew that Ye Wuji was still in the North Cold Palace. With the situation now, and Ye Wuji still not showing himself, there was no other explanation. He was definitely afraid.

The two sects wouldn't let him off. They would definitely find him and kill him with force.

No one refuted them.

Perhaps they were powerless to refute, or perhaps they didn't bother to.

They watched as the warriors of the two sects

 continued their pursuit, delving deeper into the snowy mountains. Despair began to creep over them.

The most despairing were the Imperial Warriors of Jinyun.

With just Qu Yuanjia, they were powerless to resist. With the elite forces of the two sects mobilized, they were even more powerless to stop them. More and more people fell on the snowy mountains, and blood seemed to dye the vast snowy landscape crimson.

In the depths of the snowy mountains, Yin Zhantian ran like a madman. He could feel the turbulence behind him and hear the desperate cries, echoing through the sky.

He was in despair, roaring in anger:

"Where are you, Lord Ye Wuji?"

He had almost searched through the entire hundred thousand mountains, but there was no response. Ye Wuji's whereabouts were unknown.

He knelt in the snow, seemingly desperate to find even a glimmer of hope.