Chapter 296
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Chapter 296: Demon Transformation
A sea of fire raged across the sky.
Su Ling’s eyes slowly opened. Ye Yun and the others saw her pupils had changed from icy blue to an unnatural purple, radiating eerie allure.
When her transformation first began, the blue eyes had startled them yet remained tolerable. But this new violet hue ignited primal terror in their hearts—a fear that clung like cobwebs, impossible to shake.
Su Ling spread her arms. Translucent wings materialized behind her, thinner than cicada wings yet spanning a zhang each. Their faint fluttering cast barely visible light trails.
Most shocking was her hair. Raven-black strands bleached to silver in moments, each filament stiffening like metallic needles pointing skyward despite the windless air.
Twin beams erupted from her purple eyes. The violent collision midair birthed an explosion of violet radiance that dyed miles of sky. Under this glow, the raging true fire melted like snow beneath noon sun.
Purple light flooded the heavens, smothering all flames. Within breaths, the inferno vanished.
But the violet glow persisted, fracturing into countless liquid-like droplets that showered downward. Each drop pierced stone and ancient trees with corrosive force. Rocks crumbled to dust instantly. Wooden giants withered, bark staining sickly purple.
The deluge fell like monsoon rain, pelting every face.
The True Fire Flying Lion shrieked in terror. Though legendary Fire God’s mount, it recoiled from these droplets. A single touch meant maiming or death.
Wings pounding, the lion retreated hundreds of zhang instantly. When next seen, it had fled miles away—speed no injured human could match. Ye Yun knew even his Illusory Thunderlight Escape couldn’t outrun this lethal rain.
“Huddle close!”
Su Yinxue’s shout preceded a blue umbrella’s snap-opening. Azure light cascaded as the canopy unfurled, casting a protective dome over several zhang.
Ye Yun and the Divine Feather Vulture King pressed near. Cool energy seeped through their pores, numbing wounds. Duan Chenfeng’s group scrambled undercover just as sizzling droplets began drumming the shield.
Sheltered beneath azure light, the humans watched chaos unfold. Spirit beasts—dim-witted despite their title—scrambled too late. Lacking the lion’s speed, they fell mid-retreat.
Sizzles erupted where droplets struck. Flesh dissolved instantly. Scaled hides fared no better. Within moments, dozens of beasts—some rivaling third-level Foundation Establishment experts—melted into purple sludge that vanished into earth.
“Senior Sister Yinxue, what’s happening to Ling’er?” Ye Yun’s throat tightened. If this was Bloodline Awakening… what monster would his friend become?
“I don’t know!” Su Yinxue trembled. “She’s just a girl! How…”
A Tian Shen Peak disciple glared skyward. “Human-Demon wars lasted millennia. Even their disappearance didn’t erase hatred. If she’s Demon Race, not even the Sect Leader can shield her.”
Yu Minghong nodded, pale. “Legends say Demons are cruel, cunning. Our races share only life-and-death grudges.”
Duan Chenfeng, ever-resourceful, stood speechless.
All stared at the floating figure—their mischievous junior sister, now nightmare made flesh. The evidence screamed Demon… yet how could gentle Ling’er harbor such apocalyptic power?
Ye Yun took a deep breath, staring at Su Ling enveloped in swirling purple light shadows, his eyes filled with indescribable anguish.
"The purple droplets are too corrosive! My teal Jade Cloud Umbrella can’t last much longer!" Su Yinxue cried out urgently.
A sizzling noise came from the umbrella’s surface as small pits formed under the relentless assault. The protective canopy finally gave way under the purple droplets’ erosion.
"What do we do?" The group had witnessed the spirit beasts’ fate under the purple rain. Even at their full strength, none could withstand this corrosion – let alone while injured with depleted cultivation levels.
Ye Yun shouted desperately toward the hovering figure: "Ling’er! Can you hear me? You must recall the purple light shadows now, or we’ll all perish!"
Su Ling’s body twitched slightly. She turned with visible effort, pain flashing in her violet eyes.
"I…can’t control it…Run…"
Her agonized voice pierced through the purple haze.
"Calm your mind, Ling’er! Focus your spirit and guard your Soul’s Fire! You must stay conscious to retract the light shadows!" Ye Yun urged, heart wrenching yet powerless.
"I’ll…try…" Her fading voice suggested unbearable suffering.
Crackle! Hiss!
The umbrella sizzled under corrosive impacts. Ten breaths remained before the protective shield failed completely – exposure would mean certain death and disappearance of the spirit.
Su Ling trembled violently midair, fighting to maintain control.
Suddenly, the purple rain thinned, its descent slowing. Five more breaths might dissipate the deadly storm.
Hope flickered across Duan Chenfeng’s face – until the light shadows exploded with doubled intensity.
CRACK!
A thousand droplets hammered the umbrella. The teal canopy cracked, allowing one purple speck through – landing on a Tian Shen Peak disciple’s arm.
Sizzle!
The droplet spread instantaneously, rotting flesh to purple sludge.
"Aaaagh!"
The disciple’s scream ended abruptly as a white light shadow flashed – his rotting arm fell, dissolving into seeping purple ooze.
Ye Yun’s hand-blade severed the contaminated limb without hesitation. His voice thundered urgently:
"Ling’er! Focus! Guard your Soul’s Fire and reclaim these shadows – or we all die!"
His words boomed like sudden thunder across the battlefield.
