The blade hummed, a low, terrifying song of ultimate obliteration. War God Xing, bathed in the ethereal, cold blue light of the Soul-Erasing Blade, held it aloft, its point aimed at Yueling. His cruel smile widened, a tableau of divine malice against the bruised sky. "But no matter. I have come to end this. To sever the threads. To finish what was long overdue. For both of you."
Li Chen, the Dark Guardian, felt a cold tendril of primordial fury coil in his gut, sharper than any blade. His violet eyes blazed, stripping away the last vestiges of serene detachment. He intends to erase her. My Yueling. All thoughts of his monstrous form, of her fear, vanished. There was only the primal, absolute need to protect.
"You will not touch her," Li Chen's voice resonated, a guttural sound that rippe
