Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1271 - 827: Demonic Shadow

Tie Yun’s eyes showed a flash of struggle. He looked up at the girl, and a trace of guilt flickered in his eyes before quickly being extinguished.

He nodded and said, "Senior Brother is right, preserving oneself is the most important thing."

With that said, he picked up Li Fuyuan’s belt, took Zhao Baixun, and the three of them quickly fled the battlefield.

Baili An watched coldly as the three left, thinking to himself, this small town is already sealed off by the pig demon, even if you escape, where can you go?

He no longer watched this ridiculous scene.

The Quansheng Sword in his hand moved, and a cold Sword Qi slashed forth, directly cutting apart the demonized ferocious beast that even Tie Yun couldn’t shake.

If Zhao Baixun and the others hadn’t gone far and saw this scene, they would certainly be astonished.

Another sword strike followed, almost one layer upon another, responding seamlessly.

However, this sword was aimed at the wrist of the pig demon that held the girl’s sword.

The Sword Qi of the second strike was very bizarre, melting into the pig demon’s wrist like snow into water.

The pig demon’s wrist visibly stiffened, then released the sword like a chicken claw.

The girl’s body slanted and fell, Baili An extended his Longsword, and Shou quickly left the sword body and dashed over to catch the girl’s body.

With tiny feet treading on the ruined ground, Shou quickly returned to Baili An’s side.

Baili An took the girl, supporting her against his chest, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Looking down at the small leg stained with blood, on the straight, slender leg, there were several ghastly bloodied holes, from which blood gushed continuously, showing no signs of stopping.

Baili An frowned deeply.

Shou’s small body twisted and once again hid into the Quansheng Sword.

The girl could hardly stand, only managing by holding onto Baili An’s arm.

Despite being so wounded, the strong girl didn’t utter a cry of pain.

She coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face looking terrible: "Those three fools’ intel was wrong; this pig demon is not a seventh-rank seeker, but an eighth-grade one!"

Baili An’s heart sank.

How could he not see that this little girl had great Talent? If this pig demon were only of seventh-rank cultivation, with Shou’s strength, they might still have a chance to win.

But if this pig demon had eighth-grade cultivation, the chance was slim indeed.

Moreover, after the demonized ferocious beast’s phantom bit the girl, Baili An caught a glimpse of the phantom absorbing the girl’s blood.

Otherwise, the girl wouldn’t be so weakened by just one attack.

He had never seen such a bizarre demonic method before.

This pig demon... there’s a big problem!

The girl gripped her sword tightly and gently pushed Baili An, saying:

"Although you didn’t abandon me at the critical moment, which deeply moved me, you are ultimately not the same as Zhao Baixun. But he is not wrong, you should go, as many as can go should go."

Baili An was about to speak when the pig demon gave them no chance to talk, ripping off its mostly severed arm, hurling it fiercely in Baili An’s direction.

A vicious gust howled, the attack was severe, but the immense force of the throw blew Baili An’s black hair and clothes crazily, painfully affecting him.

Baili An held the girl tightly in his arms, silently raised his sword to block.

The thin Spiritual Power in his body, without a hint of reservation, poured fully into the Quansheng Sword.

The massive arm slammed down violently, and a pair of tender and cute little pudgy hands extended from the sword, firmly resisting that attack.

"Bang!" a sound was heard.

Baili An, holding the girl, was sent flying backward through the air, blood gushing from his mouth and nose as if every bone in his body was breaking.

Yet he still held the Quansheng Sword tightly, faintly hearing Shou’s cries of pain from within the sword, evidently also injured.

The girl, bewildered, lay pressed against Baili An’s chest, the sound of wind whistling by as they flew back together.

But... apart from the sound of the wind, no other pain came.

Because at the terrifying moment of the attack, Baili An, with great speed, gathered her into his embrace, protecting her in the best possible stance.

In a life-and-death confrontation with a powerful adversary, this was undeniably a highly difficult move.

But he did it, she not only didn’t suffer the severe shock of the blow, but even as Baili An carried her, being flung away.

He unquestionably sustained tremendous injury, yet the posture of holding her remained unchanged.

Her ear was pressed against his chest, able to hear his heart racing as if it were a drum, even hearing the sound of his internal organs rupturing as his back hit the ground.

And she... apart from her leg injury, suffered no other harm.

The pig demon’s attack was extremely fierce, sending them flying far away, not even seeing the ruins or the inn’s shadow.

The two lay upon one another on the silent deserted street, beneath them was the green stone pavement, above was the sky full of stars, with occasional shooting stars streaking by.

It was a very quiet scene, yet what awaited them next... was a life-and-death crisis!

Baili An kept coughing up fresh blood, it was blood from his internal organs, pouring endlessly from his mouth, dyeing his clothes and the girl’s pale cheek red.

In that moment, the girl felt as if the softest part of her heart had been violently struck by something, filling her entire chest with a bitter and painful feeling.