Chapter 261: Race Against Death
Chapter 261: Race Against Death
"CARMILLA, NO!"
Seeing Carmilla’s sudden outburst, Seraphine wasn’t happy, but horrified. Her scream ripped across the sky.
Pfft!
Carmilla violently coughed up a massive mouthful of pitch-black blood.
Her face and arms rapidly turned a sickly, pale green hue.
It was deadly fire poison that had ravaged her meridians and that she had painstakingly suppressed for decades
But she completely ignored it.
"I WILL KILL YOU ALL!"
Fighting like an absolute madwoman, Carmilla’s eyes turned bloodshot.
An apocalyptic sea of Purgatory flames erupted from her body, sweeping across the sky with a suicidal ferocity that made even the 7th-level Veydris take a step back in sheer alarm.
"Sister! Stop! The poison will kill you!" Myrielle screamed in horror from across the battlefield.
But seeing her sister not listening, and fighting with zero regard for her own life, Myrielle also abandoned her guard, and rushed to attack Veydris.
Seraphine also sooned joined the two, unable to see her dearest friend die.
The combined, suicidal rampage of the three strongest women in Stormveil City unleashed a destructive force so profound that Veydris was actually pushed back.
Seeing their dean, and vice dean fighting with their life on brink, the high preceptors were also motivated, they also began to attack with suicidal ferocity, and the ten royal assassins were forced into defensive formations under the sheer madness of the attack.
Down on the blood-stained deck, Seris’s hands were completely coated in Rhain’s blood.
He wasn’t reacting.
His dark grey eyes were closed, his chest unmoving.
Seris’s face went completely blank.
It was as if her very soul had been ruthlessly ripped from her body.
The frantic, hysterical tears stopped.
Her pale purple eyes, usually filled with gentle warmth, turned entirely devoid of light and emotion.
It was the chilling calmness of a dead heart.
She gently cupped his handsome, blood-smeared cheek with her trembling hand.
"You won’t have to wait long, husband," Seris whispered softly, her voice carrying a bone-chilling certainty. "I will kill everyone who took you from me... and then I will come find you."
An icy-blue sword of highly condensed Heavenly Glacial Essence materialized in her other hand.
But just as she tried to stand up, prepared to throw her life away against the Domain Masters in the sky—
A weak, trembling hand slowly closed around her wrist.
Seris froze.
Rhain wasn’t fully conscious.
His mind was filled with darkness.
The lethal damage from a 7th-level Domain Master’s strike had completely wrecked his internal organs and obliterated his heart.
But inside his dantian, the pitch-black void of the Abyssal Sovereign Physique was spinning fiercely, aggressively consuming his vast reserves of essence to repair the obliterated heart at a monstrous speed.
It was just that an attack from a late-stage Domain Master contained residual law fragments, making it incredibly difficult to heal quickly.
Even through the heavy darkness of his mind, he could still hear her desperate, heartbreaking voice.
"Don’t... go..." Rhain coughed weakly, a small trickle of fresh blood escaping his lips.
His dark grey eyes fluttered open to tiny slits, struggling to focus on her tear-stained face.
"I am... fine..."
Clang!
Seris dropped the icy sword.
It shattered into a thousand shards of ice, and she was already collapsing beside him, her hands hovering over his face, terrified to touch him.
"You’re—" Her whole body was shaking. "You’re—husband, you’re—"
Liana’s head snapped up, her tear-filled emerald eyes widening in sheer disbelief.
Her heart had fell into an abyss of despair thinking Rhain was dead.
But he was alive!
Elara and Lyra also let out shuddering exhales.
In the sky above, Veydris gritted his teeth, glancing down at the deck of the skiff.
Through the chaos, he saw the gaping hole in the dark-robed youth’s chest.
To his eyes, a Spirit Manifestation cultivator suffering such a catastrophic wound was unquestionably dead.
"His heart is destroyed. He is dead," Veydris commanded coldly, waving his hand to signal his men. "Our mission is accomplished. There is no need to fight these mad men and women to the death. Retreat!"
The ten assassins, entirely unwilling to face the mad, suicidal assaults immediately turned and fled into the dark night sky, disappearing into the clouds.
The moment the royal assassins vanished from sight, the berserk, unnatural aura surrounding Carmilla instantly collapsed.
Darkeness filled Carmilla’s vision as her bright eyes closed, and she plummeted from the sky like a broken doll, falling completely unconscious.
Swoosh—!
Seraphine instantly descended, catching Carmilla’s limp, pale-green body in her arms before she could hit the deck.
Tears streamed freely down the proud Matriarch’s face.
"It’s my fault..." Seraphine cried, hugging her tightly. "You’ve suffered this poison for decades because of me... I’m so sorry..."
With the ten royal assassins fleeing into the horizon, the overwhelming pressure in the airspace finally dissipated.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
One by one, the surviving titans descended onto the blood-stained deck of the Dawn-Breaker.
Every single one of them was in a miserable state.
High Preceptor Octavius’s muscular chest was covered in deep, bone-revealing gashes.
High Preceptor Amarantha was clutching her side, bleeding profusely from a severe sword wound.
Aldren, Mordecai, and Erasmus were deathly pale, their essence reserves practically drained dry from fighting desperately against opponents with vastly superior cultivations.
But the moment their boots touched the wooden deck, they didn’t spare a single glance at their own grave injuries.
Their eyes frantically scanned the fallen figure.
"Rhain!"
High Preceptor Aldren’s voice trembled uncontrollably as he stared at the gaping, bloody hole in the dark-robed youth’s chest
"Is... is the boy...?" Octavius asked, his towering frame shaking as he didn’t even dare to finish the sentence.
Seris, still kneeling in a pool of blood with Rhain’s head cradled gently in her lap, looked up at the terrified elders.
Her pale purple eyes were still shimmering with unshed tears, but she firmly nodded her head.
"He is alive," Seris said, "My husband is alive."
A massive, collective exhale of relief swept through the battered High Preceptors.
But they didn’t dare to waste time, because although Rhain was alive, they could see that his state was critical.
Aldren, Octavius, Mordecai, and Erasmus immediately rushed to Rhain’s side. They sat cross-legged around the unconscious youth and pressed their hands against his back, shoulders, and chest.
BOOM!
Four streams of pure Domain Master Realm essence poured directly into Rhain’s battered body.
While the Preceptors focused entirely on saving Rhain, Seraphine was kneeling on the floor, cradling Carmilla’s limp body against her chest.
The lethal fire poison, which she had painstakingly suppressed for decades, had completely run rampant through her meridians after she unleashed the Burning Purgatory Domain with such suicidal ferocity.
"Sister!" Myrielle screamed, crashing to her knees beside them.
Seeing the green veins bulging across Carmilla’s neck, Myrielle’s sapphire eyes overflowed with tears.
She poured her essence directly into Carmilla’s chest, desperately trying to freeze the spreading poison and slow its assault on her sister’s heart.
Seraphine didn’t hold back either.
With a flick of her wrist, she crushed three top-tier Mystic-Grade life-sustaining pills and channeled the pure medicinal essence into Carmilla’s mouth, fighting a desperate tug-of-war against the lethal toxin.
VMMMM—
Dawn Breaker tore through the night sky with full speed.
"We are crossing the final threshold!" Aldren immediately looked up, his deep-set eyes suddenly locking onto the eastern horizon.
Through the parting clouds, an incomprehensibly massive silhouette began to pierce the night sky.
Valdris City.