My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1281: Chapter 705: Let’s Go (Double-Length)

The blood-soaked trees along the official road were stained with flesh.

Necks pierced to death, excessive bleeding to death, perishing together in death... whether in rage, terror, or fear, the corpses with various death expressions lay shattered weaponry.

Bang.

Another person couldn’t hold the blood from his throat, fell to the ground, the body slowly twitched, then stiffened.

No one paid attention because there were too many corpses lying like this, the Eastern Factory Fanzi struggled to besiege, while the Demon Sect members fought like trapped beasts.

Xue Youge glanced around, hardly finding a complete corpse on the ground, with white bones exposed, guts torn open, the slaughter was so gruesome, these Demon Sect members seemed to be on some drug, crazily making futile resistance.

The West Factory people were getting closer, he was burning with anxiety.

Originally, he didn’t want to personally intervene to avoid overturning the ship in the gutter, but now the entangled situation had reached the point where he had to make a move.

"Those damned demon thieves, can’t be shaken off."

Xue Youge cursed and immediately scanned again, noticing that although the Demon Sect members didn’t stop fighting, they seemed to be constantly contracting towards a center, fiercely fighting without retreat.

Could it be among them...

Their aim was the... Demon Sect Saintess?

Xue Youge’s mind raced, quickly grasping the key point, these Demon Sect members would rather die than surrender, merely to protect that extremely important person, the damned bastards actually abducted the Saintess.

Xue Youge’s eyes flickered coldly, ignoring the remaining Demon Sect members’ battles, he raised his hand to point at the relatively intact carriage faintly guarded at the center by Demon Sect members, shouting sharply, "Raise the crossbows! Aim at that carriage! Hurry!"

The Fanzi originally stuck at the perimeter heard the order and immediately moved, the mechanical sounds of tightening strings densely rang out, and the cold-flashing crossbow arrows rose again, aligned perfectly at the target.

The Execution Elder’s eyes reddened at the sight, roaring, "Charge out! Protect the Saintess!"

The remaining Demon Sect members madly rushed towards the bowmen but were firmly blocked by the layers of Eastern Factory Fanzi, amidst the flashes of sabers and swords, adding a few more souls, utterly unable to break through the lines.

"Release!" Xue Youge’s arm swung fiercely downward.

Buzz!

A mass of black crossbow bolts, like a deadly swarm, tore through the air, instantly enveloping that carriage!

Just before the arrow rain reached the carriage, several closest Demon Sect cultists unhesitatingly dashed forward, using their bodies to block firmly in front of the carriage.

Pffft!

The muffled sounds of blades piercing flesh continued, blood splattered like ink onto the carriage walls.

The few cultists were instantly shot into hedgehogs, bodies nailed to the carriage by a powerful impact, still slightly twitching, the blood continuously trickling down, staining the entire carriage red.

Even so, many crossbow arrows penetrated their bodies, or squeezed through gaps, deeply embedded inside the carriage.

Xue Youge saw clearly, although the carriage shook under the arrows, it wasn’t completely destroyed, the person inside probably wasn’t dead. He felt his face turn iron blue, stomping fiercely, cursing: "Damned bastards!"

The torches’ glow from distant West Factory was clearly visible, could even faintly hear shouting, there was utterly no time left.

A shadow flashed in Xue Youge’s eyes.

No time to care about much, he must... take action personally.

Crossbow arrows pierced through the carriage, blood flowing from the gaps, slowly dripping, staining the carriage red.

The bloody scent at Yin Tingxue’s nose... grew stronger.

Those crossbow arrows... were just a few feet away, and her life differed by a few feet.

Yin Tingxue’s head twisted, death was so close, too close.....

Death was so close, she felt no fear at all.

Blood flowed from the carriage, slowly spreading to her feet.

She lowered her head, gazing at the blood on the ground, lost in thought,

So much blood...she had never seen so much blood, all... flowed for her life,

Why...

The woman’s face, long since frozen pale, faced Yin Tingxue, and she suddenly thought of her mother, her mother’s face was stiff like this when she died.

After the funeral, women of the family weeping privately said, the Princess even post-mortem appeared like a Buddha statue, what a great merit, but Yin Tingxue knew, it was the collected visage, she watched her mother perish, when she died, she was actually powerless, very painful, her breath caught, unable to rise, thus... when it stopped, she died.

The face of a dead person isn’t pleasant, eyes bulging wide, unable to shut peacefully, including her mother.

Blood-dripping arrows stuck in the carriage, thinking of her mother’s death, she suddenly feared, feared dying painfully, feared not closing her eyes in peace,

Why...

Do they all want to kill me...

I wasn’t bad to anyone.

Yin Tingxue stared at the blood underfoot,

She suddenly recalled those respectful, soft-spoken titles,

"Saintess."

Is it...

So it’s because of this.

She seemed to finally understand something,

Because I am the Demon Sect’s Saintess...

Therefore I’m damned, right...

She wanted to cry out, she didn’t want to be the Demon Sect’s Saintess anymore, don’t kill her, once thinking that, she abruptly woke as if suddenly realizing, yes, that’s all, only not being the Demon Sect Saintess, then nobody will kill her anymore, nor will anyone die for her anymore.

The naive thought of a fifteen-year-old girl emerged, driving her numb body into action.

She suddenly threw open the blood-stained carriage curtain, staggered off the carriage, the sticky, warm blood underfoot made her unsteady, heavily falling on the mud and blood-soaked surface.

The stench of blood ten times more intense than inside the carriage engulfed her, severed limbs scattered randomly, hollow-eyed corpses with guts ripped open stared blankly, broken blades inserted in corpses or discarded nearby, the dark red blood nearly dyed the entire official road brown.