Chapter 2681: The Fallen Young Man (2)
Translator: Raz P., White Sky
“You twelve devil generals are all here today, just in time to calculate your total debts.” Shen Yanxiao half-narrowed her eyes and looked at the twelve devil generals standing opposite her. This was the first time they had faced the devil generals head-on since the war started.
Around Shen Yanxiao stood the Dragon God, Shen Siyu, Lan Fengli, Qi Xia, Yang Xi, Doudou, the Elf King, Mengmeng Qi, Yaksha, and Xi Yan, ready to fight together with her.
Eleven figures faced off with the twelve devil generals!
Yan Di looked at the human girl standing at the front. Satan had issued an absolute order in this battle.
They had to bring back the human leader-Shen Yanxiao-alive.
“Shen Yanxiao?” Yan Di looked at the young lady with an air of aloofness.
Shen Yanxiao shrugged her shoulders and was not interested in talking nonsense with Yan Di. She had already turned her eyes to the other side. As soon as they arrived, Yan Yu and Tang Nazhi had already rushed in Li Xiaowei’s direction.
Just seeing Li Xiaowei sitting on the ground with blood all over, Shen Yanxiao’s anger began to burn continuously.
Yan Yu and Tang Nazhi rushed to Li Xiaowei’s side as fast as they could. Yan Yu immediately released a healing blessing which covered Li Xiaowei in an instant. Tang Nazhi hugged Li Xiaowei, who was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with panic.
In just a short span of ten minutes or so, his brother had become a bloody man!
Tang Nazhi couldn’t believe what was before his eyes.
“Ah-Yu, save him…” Tang Nazhi’s voice shook and boundless fear spread all over him. He had never been so afraid of anything. Even when he fought against the devil generals, he had no fear at all. But right now, his whole soul was trembling with trepidation, and there seemed to be a lump in his throat preventing him from breathing with ease.
Yan Yu kept casting healing blessings on Li Xiaowei, but soon he stopped his movements and lowered his head slowly as his shoulders slightly trembled.
“Ah-Yu! Save him! Help my brother!!!” Tang Nazhi looked, horrified, at Yan Yu, who had stopped the rescue, and his wide eyes were overflowing with fear.
Yan Yu lowered his head in silence, and a muffled groan escaped his mouth.
“Ah-Yu!” Tang Nazhi impatiently pushed Yan Yu on the shoulder. But at the moment Yan Yu lifted his head, he saw a pale face covered with tears.
“Na… Zhi, Xiao… Xiaowei… He…” Yan Yu’s voice was almost broken and there was no trace of color in his pale face.
Tang Nazhi stared at Yan Yu unwaveringly.
“Xiaowei, he already left us…” Yan Yu tried hard to hold back a cry. He kept releasing healing blessings, but did not get any response. Li Xiaowei, who was lying in Tang Nazhi’s arms, was no longer breathing.
After Yan Di and his team arrived, the young man sitting in a pool of blood never moved another inch…
“You’re lying! My brother wouldn’t die! He promised to wait for me to come back!!!” Tang Nazhi couldn’t accept such a result at all. He hugged the blood-soaked Li Xiaowei in his arms. His body was still warm, and that complexion under the blood stains was so familiar. How could he be dead?
This was impossible!
“My brother was just badly injured. Little Xiao must have a way to save him.” Tang Nazhi stopped saying anything to Yan Yu. He put Li Xiaowei on his back and rushed to Shen Yanxiao as fast as he could.
Yan Yu sat down on the ground and was already sobbing.
Shen Yanxiao just stood still and looked at Tang Nazhi as if he had gone crazy. He carried the bloody Li Xiaowei on his back with a strange look on his face.
A sense of foreboding shot up in Shen Yanxiao’s heart, but she did not dare to think about it…