Chapter 1986 - 1814: Becoming a Demon (Part 2)
But what exactly is happening with the ominous Hua Qingcheng, why has she become this way?
And why has she resurrected from the dead?
The crowd hadn’t had time to think when Hua Qingcheng turned her head to look at them.
The black mist swirling around Hua Qingcheng’s body grew thicker, enveloping her entirely in a hazy shroud, revealing only her silhouette and those scarlet pupils.
Suddenly, a tangible killing intent locked onto everyone within the Shura Alliance Branch.
The killing intent was terrifying. The women, whose powers were weak, felt their entire bodies immobilized, unable to move.
Even experts like Gu Zi and Luo Badao felt immense pressure, struggling to breathe.
At this moment, Hua Qingcheng emanated only the will to kill.
Faced with such a situation, everyone wore grave expressions.
If Hua Qingcheng makes a move, then none of them will survive.
She could instantaneously slaughter three members of the Blood Clan, so killing everyone present would be effortless.
Hua Qingcheng did not move, and the black mist around her wavered slightly.
It seemed like she was struggling.
The atmosphere in the Shura Alliance Branch was tense and heavy...
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Hua Qingcheng let out a piercing howl.
This howl, as if from a ghost in hell, reached straight into people’s hearts, leaving them defenseless.
The black mist around her trembled with powerful energy waves.
Suddenly, the mist gradually thinned.
Without the black mist shrouding her, Hua Qingcheng’s face was revealed.
This face showed no expression whatsoever.
The gaze held no hint of emotion.
Hua Qingcheng seemed to have transformed into a murderous machine with an aura of malice.
Suddenly, an even stronger killing intent erupted.
Everyone felt that this killing intent was targeting a group of women standing in the same direction.
Those without cultivation instantly felt as if they were plunged into an ice cellar, their bodies trembling.
Not only that, even their hearts seemed to tremble.
Everyone realized that Hua Qingcheng intended to kill them!
"Stop, Qingcheng."
Song Yun shouted, stopping Hua Qingcheng from proceeding further.
He realized that Qingcheng had lost her sense of self, consumed entirely by the intent to kill.
Upon hearing Song Yun’s voice, Hua Qingcheng turned her head, her scarlet gaze piercing into Song Yun.
Without any hesitation, the killing intent locked onto Song Yun.
Her target had shifted to Song Yun.
At this moment, Song Yun felt an irresistible power.
The aura Hua Qingcheng emanated was too overwhelming; Song Yun felt that even with the black-light severing sword in hand, he was no match for Hua Qingcheng.
Whoosh.
Suddenly, Hua Qingcheng’s figure vanished from her original spot.
Everyone was shocked.
Could it be that Qingcheng is really going to strike Song Yun?
Pfft.
Hua Qingcheng appeared before Song Yun.
She pierced Song Yun’s abdomen with a claw, blood flowing out, dripping down her wrist onto the ground.
Drip, drip...
The Shura Alliance Branch fell silent, with only the sound of blood dripping to the ground.
Even when facing Song Yun, Hua Qingcheng showed no hesitation.
She chose to kill!
Puff.
Blood gushed from Song Yun’s mouth, but he did not cry out or blame her.
On the contrary, he felt deep remorse.
If he hadn’t been late, Qingcheng wouldn’t have died, nor would there have been a resurrection.
She wouldn’t have become like this.
When Hua Qingcheng’s claw pierced Song Yun’s abdomen, she didn’t proceed to kill the others immediately, as she had with the Blood Clan, but stopped there.
Her hand still inserted into Song Yun’s abdomen, but her gaze was fixed on Song Yun’s face.
At this moment, time and the scene seemed to freeze.
At this moment, Song Yun caught a glimpse of a conflicted expression in Hua Qingcheng’s eyes before they reverted to indifference.
"Qingcheng, it’s me, I’m Song Yun."
Song Yun displayed a smile, the most sincere of smiles, filled with a sense of caring affection.
His words and smile caused Hua Qingcheng’s body to tremble slightly.
Hua Qingcheng’s blood-red pupils seemed to contract slightly.
Her eyes showed a hint of clarity, as if she were thinking.
"Song Yun."
Hua Qingcheng suddenly exclaimed, the redness in her pupils beginning to recede, seemingly returning to their original state.
She withdrew her hand from Song Yun’s abdomen, staggering backward.
Her face was full of surprise and fear, her eyes a mess of confusion.
"What happened? Am I not dead?"
"What is going on? What have I done? I killed three bad guys, how did I do it?"
"No, this isn’t real."
"Song Yun, your abdomen, I..."
"Impossible, why, why, what is going on?"
Hua Qingcheng screamed frantically, causing everyone present to feel waves of heartache.
She pulled her hair, tears streaming from her eyes, she was in great pain.
She couldn’t accept everything that had happened.
"Qingcheng, it’s okay, I’m not hurt."
Song Yun didn’t mind his abdomen bleeding profusely; he walked towards Hua Qingcheng, gently comforting her.
"Um."
Suddenly, Qingcheng let out a low voice.
Her once lowered head suddenly lifted up, looking at Song Yun.
Her eyes had turned back into blood-red pupils, pitch-black eyeballs, and her whole aura returned to the fierce, cold state it had been earlier.
Murderous intent once again locked onto Song Yun.
Song Yun didn’t want to see Qingcheng in such a state; this wasn’t the real Qingcheng.
"It’s Song Yun, he is Song Yun, how can I kill Song Yun?"
Qingcheng held her head again, trying hard to control her thoughts, but the effect seemed insignificant, causing her great pain and making her body tremble violently.
Song Yun saw Hua Qingcheng’s bloody eyes and dark aura gradually fade away, then gradually invade back.
She was battling some kind of will, a will that made her stronger, prone to killing, fierce like a demon.
But she didn’t want to be dominated by that will.
Her eyes kept alternating between blood-red and normal.
Her expression was painful, like she was about to explode.
Suddenly.
Her pupils turned blood-red again, her eyeballs pitch-black as ink.
"No, Qingcheng."
Song Yun’s face still had a cloud-like smile, soothing his most cherished Qingcheng.
Bang boom.
Hua Qingcheng didn’t wake up; she kicked Song Yun in the chest.
Song Yun flew backward, crashing into the ruins of the Shura Alliance Branch, raising a cloud of dust.
He couldn’t tell how many ribs had broken or how many organs were damaged.
In short, Song Yun felt unprecedented pain.
However, he still stood up from the rubble.
The smile remained on his face.
He walked towards Hua Qingcheng: "Qingcheng, proud Qingcheng, let that demon leave your body."
"Qingcheng, you could have killed me, but you didn’t."
"I know, you’re still there, you’re still that proud Qingcheng, you don’t want to hurt me."
"I am Song Yun, look at me."
"The will controlling you now is not you; chase it away quickly."
Song Yun dragged his battered body, smiling as he comforted Hua Qingcheng.
But Hua Qingcheng had no reaction, still maintaining that cold and merciless demeanor.
The blood-red pupils were empty.
Yet that emptiness seemed to contain countless contents, deep as if endless.
Song Yun continued walking towards Hua Qingcheng.
No matter how Hua Qingcheng hurt him, he accepted it.
Just so Qingcheng could awaken, free from the current demonic control.
Watching Song Yun walk closer to Hua Qingcheng, everyone’s hearts jumped with him, worried Qingcheng might really kill Song Yun this time.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Hua Qingcheng screamed.
The sound was tangled, painful, heavy, gloomy, confused...
The sound made hearts tremble, everyone felt endless melancholy.
The next moment.
Hua Qingcheng disappeared from the spot.
Song Yun searched for Qingcheng’s figure, his eyes scanning far away.
Hua Qingcheng appeared atop a streetlight fifty meters away, standing on it, her back facing the direction of the Shura Alliance Branch, silently unmoving.
A breeze blew past, lifting her blood-stained strands of hair.
"Qingcheng."
Song Yun called out.
Hua Qingcheng slowly turned her head back; she still hadn’t recovered her senses, pitch-black eyeballs, blood-red pupils, cracked teeth, ferocious and evil.
However, she didn’t strike again.
Her body was trembling violently, as if a soul wanted to escape its confines.
She stared at Song Yun for a few seconds, then turned her head back towards the distance, her figure flashing, leaving only a misty black fog on the streetlight; she had disappeared without a trace.