The heavy rain poured down.
Wang Chan looked at Huo Yunjie, then at the slain middle-aged man in black, and finally her gaze settled on the red coffin, feeling utterly hopeless inside.
"Ling'er is gone, what's the point of living? What's the use of taking a master if I cannot bring Ling'er back to life? My heart has long since died."
Wang Chan stared at the Demon Sword beside her.
Clang!
She grasped the sword's hilt, laid the Demon Sword across her neck, intending to destroy her own soul.
But, in the next moment, she was frozen in place.
No matter how she tried, she could not move.
"The saying that 'the dead cannot come back to life' is something from the mortal world; in my realm, it does not exist."
Huo Yunjie murmured softly.
He had received Ye Feng's true teachings and mastered numerous top-level secret techniques; resurrecting a Hundred-layered Immortal Emperor was hardly a challenging task for him, although it might require some effort.
