World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 268 - 163: The Resurrected Yan Yan! Nai’er Trembles!

Chapter 268: 163: The Resurrected Yan Yan! Nai’er Trembles!

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Countless undead surged toward the Dragonflame Crystal like moths to a flame.

Like the fierce sun melting ice, all the undead vanished into smoke and ashes, completely disappearing within the Dragonflame.

Suo Lun stepped forward, closed the box, and secured the Dragonflame Ruins. He found that at this moment, the Dragonflame was actually scorching hot, as if it were burning anew.

Just then, with his eyes wide open, Elder Yan Yan looked over like lightning and stared at him, demanding, "Who are you?"

His voice was piercingly cold, as if the sound of metal breaking apart. Then his body gradually revived, starting to sit up.

"I’ll have Lord Tu An explain to you," Suo Lun said without delay, immediately turning to leave and opening the door.

Outside, Tu An was frantically pacing, but very consciously blocking his spiritual power, not probing anything about the mourning hall. Seeing Suo Lun come out, he immediately approached, his eyes filled with infinite hope and fear.

Despite daring not to harbor hope, he still feared hearing bad news.

"Elder Yan Yan has come back to life. Go in and see him," Suo Lun said.

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Tu An stood motionless for a good while. The sentence seemed so unreal, as if coming from beyond the clouds.

Immediately after, he rushed past Suo Lun like the wind and burst into the mourning hall.

A moment later, there came Tu An’s voice, unbelievably ecstatic, "Elder brother... you, you really came back to life?"

Suo Lun stepped forward, closed the doors of the mourning hall, then sat outside, quietly waiting.

His relationship with Yan Yan was too complicated. Had he revealed his own name, Yan Yan would likely have struck him with a palm at the first opportunity.

So, he chose to step aside and let Tu An handle the communication, after all, Tu An was the person Yan Yan trusted most.

While waiting outside, Suo Lun wiped off all the disguise from his face, revealing his true visage. A face so handsomely unmatched, it outshone even women in beauty, was once again exposed. Now, there was no need for disguise.

The conversation inside went on for a long time.

Suo Lun did not make an effort to listen, nor did he try to ignore it.

Yan Yan was different from what he had imagined; throughout the process, there was no particular excitement in his voice, which remained rather low.

Only three sentences sounded relatively agitated.

The first sentence, "Nai’er truly is worthy of being my daughter, I, Yan Yan, am indeed blessed with a successor."

The second sentence, "So Yuan Jie is a mole from Heibing Mansion, I accept it! But for him to dare harm my daughter, I will tear him into a thousand pieces!"

The third sentence, "Suo Lun? Is it him?"

Especially the third sentence, the whole tone changed abruptly, rising sharply, filled with intense shock, disbelief, and complex anger.

After a full half-hour, Tu An had relayed all the events to Yan Yan, detailing Nai’er’s achievements over the past month, her assassination, and Suo Lun’s rescue, without leaving anything out.

In the end, all words settled on the dire situation before them!

The Silver Wolf Legion had less than a thousand men left and were out of food and water, surrounded by tens of thousands of enemy troops layered all around.

Huangquan Ancient City was a cursed dead city where anyone who entered would perish without question, silently dying without discernible cause.

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The doors of the mourning hall opened, and Yan Yan and Tu An walked out.

Suo Lun noted that Yan Yan was indeed tall, standing at about one meter ninety in height. Yan Nai’er’s height must have been inherited from her father.

Moreover, this man stood like an awe-inspiring sword, his very presence exerting immense pressure.

Yan Yan’s gaze upon Suo Lun’s face was extremely complex, even strange.

Then, without uttering a word, without anger or thanks, and without striking a palm blow, he walked past Suo Lun.

He was going to see his daughter!

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Entering the small building, Yan Yan saw his daughter, Yan Nai’er, lying unconscious on the bed, her vital signs weak.

He had no tears, just a face twitching uncontrollably, his fists inside his sleeves quivering.

Tear into a thousand pieces, tear into a thousand pieces; he must tear Yuan Jie, this traitor, into a thousand pieces.

In Yan Yan’s heart, being ordered by Heibing Mansion to go undercover was not such a grievance, for such orders could not be defied.

But the assassination of Yan Nai’er from behind was absolutely unforgivable.

Even if it meant chasing to the ends of the earth, Yan Yan would pursue the killer to the end, even if Yuan Jie belonged to Heibing Mansion.

Yan Nai’er was his only kin in this world, his everything, his lifeline. For her, Yan Yan could forsake his own life.

Now, his precious gem of a daughter lay motionless, her life hanging by a thread. Yan Yan truly felt no joy in his resurrection.

But Yan Yan was a man not good at expressing himself.

Despite his heart being torn asunder, he remained standing by the bed, trembling, without moving forward with caresses or embraces.

"How much time does Nai’er have?" Yan Yan asked.

"Perhaps less than two days," Tu An said. "Her vitality is waning."

Yan Yan was silent for a while before saying, "If nothing unexpected happens, someone from Heibing Mansion will bring the antidote at the last moment."

Suo Lun thought the same, even believing that the person bringing the antidote would be someone entirely unexpected.

After all, there were countless deadly poisons in the world that could kill instantly, yet Heibing Mansion had not immediately killed Yan Nai’er but let her inch toward death.

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