Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 65 - 65 65 My Corpse Demon Sister

65: Chapter 65: My Corpse Demon Sister 65: Chapter 65: My Corpse Demon Sister In just two simple words, the Shebi Corpse, that had never been challenged, felt an overwhelming pressure crash down upon it!

As if the sky above its head imploded towards it, bringing with it a supreme and heavy force.

The Shebi Corpse, with no ability to resist, suddenly bent its knees and heavily knelt to the ground.

The entire mountain range violently shook three times.

Those lantern-sized Purple Extreme Pupils were filled with deep fear!

The woman in the blood-red robe hummed lightly, and her arm, wrapped in the dark red sleeve, slowly lifted; her pale, slender palm seemed somewhat frail.

Yet it was this simple motion that instilled a despairing fear in the liver elm corpse that had long evolved into an Absolute Corpse.

Her pale hand had long, slender fingers, with nails slightly grown and sharp, like five razor-sharp blades.

With her light laugh, she made a scooping motion with her palm.

“Ugh…

Ugh…

Ugh…”

The Corpse Pearl, as important to the Shebi Corpse as life itself, weakly fell from its mouth.

It felt an unbearable, piercing pain in its chest.

Looking down, it saw its chest penetrated front to back by a gigantic bloody hole, where its heart was no longer present.

And hundreds of meters away, where the blood-clad woman stood mid-air, the previously clenched hand was now open.

Hovering above her palm was a huge, beating, purple-red heart.

The violent pupils of the Shebi Corpse at that moment converged, full of pleading.

The Shebi Corpse, also known as a liver elm corpse, had been one for three thousand years, with an immortal body.

As long as its heart remained intact— even if it were left incomplete as a mere fragment—it could remake its body and again reach its pinnacle.

But the immortal body it took pride in was fragile like tofu in the hands of this woman.

Seeing its begging gaze, the woman’s sharp eyebrows gently raised.

She moved her fingers slightly, and a strand of energy rose from her palm and seeped into the pulsating purple-red heart.

“Pop!”

Instantly, the huge heart burst like a squashed watermelon, splattering crimson blood.

The heart was decomposed into tiny pieces by the powerful force, hovering in front of the woman.

Bursts of blood-tiny flesh exploded into even finer particles.

In a mere instant, it repeated this cycle no less than a hundred times.

A huge heart was extinguished into a wisp in the world, even more elusive than a blood fog, right before the blood-dressed woman’s flicking fingers.

The purple light in the Shebi Corpse’s eyes vanished.

Its massive body became dry and withered in an instant, and with a light gust of wind, it scattered like sand.

The slender, pale hand gently motioned towards that direction, and among the purple sand, the ten-meter-wide Corpse Pearl flew through the air towards her.

By the time it reached her palm, the Corpse Pearl rapidly condensed and shrank to a size she could control.

Baili An had been completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

If it were said that he had some fighting chance against the Shebi Corpse when he gave his all, it would be like putting a hundred Baili Ans between them.

And between this woman in blood attire and the Shebi Corpse, there lay ten thousand Shebi Corpses.

Annihilation at the snap of a finger.

This was exactly what had happened!

The blood-red robe slowly descended, and now the woman in blood attire had turned around completely, her gaze fixing on Baili An.

The rustling of corpse sand picked up by the wild wind echoed by her ears.

Standing in the night, with her blood dress wildly fluttering, her slender danfeng eyes sparkled with demonic red light.

Her pale skin and the hint of blood on her enchanting lips, along with her pitch-black hair, were held high by a golden, luxurious crown.

She was like a female monarch of the night, radiating a sharp beauty, and every move she made exuded imperial might.

Her blood-red, ancient robe, upon closer inspection, was remarkably similar to a king’s imperial attire.

The belt of the same color was tightly wound, accentuating the perfectly curved waist underneath, while her long, straight legs were tightly encased by a pair of delicate silver-white Battle Boots.

She held the Corpse Pearl in hand, breaking through the night.

Her gaze fell upon the huge Battle Axe on the ground, riddled with wear and tear, and her expression subtly revealed a hint of satisfaction.

“Not bad, I didn’t expect you to have the strength to resist a Shebi Corpse.”

Baili An was momentarily stunned, hearing her tone as if…

she knew him.

“You…” He looked slightly shocked, but the fighting resolve in his eyes had dissipated.

The woman in the blood dress lifted her pale, sharp chin and coldly hummed, “I am your sister, Si Li.”

Baili An stared, almost slipping from the grasp of his palm propping his knee, his eyes widening in disbelief, “Sister?”

He had a sister, and she was so powerful!

Then why did he not remember her at all?!

A sister falling out of the sky, and it was all a little too bewildering.

Although it was bizarre and filled with doubt.

But Baili An, always apt at contemplation and thought, now actually believed her words to be true.

When the villagers asked Baili An his name, the name ‘Si Chen’ would arise in his mind.

It was as if from birth, that name had been bestowed upon him.

And this woman before him…

was called Si Li.

This could not possibly be a coincidence.

Eager to continue questioning, to resolve his doubts, Baili An’s body shook violently, his crimson pupils trembling as his soul began to rage without warning.

It was a thirst for blood.

Damn it!

He hadn’t drunk blood in many days, and now, without the young deer by his side,

If he didn’t drink blood soon, he would turn into a mindless monster.

Baili An staggered to his feet, unable to utter another word.

Seeing him in this state, Si Li clearly understood he was facing a bloodthirst crisis.

Her slender phoenix eyes narrowed into a razor line.

She stepped in front of Baili An, pushed with her hand, knocking him over with ease, and then sat down herself.

She looked down on Baili An’s blood-cracked eyes and coldly stated, “As a corpse demon, you must learn to feed.

If you allow yourself to be in a state of hunger and thirst for blood, you lose the right to survive.”

She unceremoniously knelt on Baili An’s waist and emotionlessly pulled down part of her high-collared overlapping robe, revealing her pale neck and the shadow of her delicate collarbone.

Her slightly long and sharp nails cut through her skin, a few drops of cold blood falling on Baili An’s face.

Bending over, she held Baili An’s head up with both hands, forcing him to rise, allowing the crimson blood to flow from the wound and stain the white lining beneath her blood robe.

Her arms were slender, but the strength in her palms was enough to suppress any resistance from Baili An.

She pushed his Tusk and lips onto her wounded neck, her gaze silently falling on Baili An’s tragically bloody spine.

Between being clear-headed and delirious, Baili An subconsciously resisted biting down on someone else’s neck and drinking their blood directly.