"Mistress!"

Yang Tian shouted.

He flew up towards Wu Zetian.

"Foolish, when will you become wise?"

Wu Zetian scolded.

With a wave of her hand, a wave of holy spiritual breath struck Yang Tian back.

"What does this human girl want to do?"

The Corpse Demon King looked at Wu Zetian.

For some reason, sensing the holy glow within Wu Zetian, the Corpse Demon King's face turned somber.

"Disciple, Mistress wants you to remember one thing!" Wu Zetian approached the Corpse Demon King, and with a roar from within her, strong and holy spiritual breath surged, like a sun. Having done all this, she turned to Yang Tian and said, "Everything must be for the greater good, if necessary, both you and I can sacrifice ourselves, let alone others."

"Mistress, come back!"

Yang Tian desperately tried to rush forward.

But the holy spiritual breath that struck him burned up.

At this moment, Yang Tian could no longer struggle.

Wu Zetian had died more than a thousand years ago.

It was the Soul Imperial Spring that resurrected her, and she absorbed it, possessing the holiest spiritual breath in the world.

This spiritual breath acted on Yang Tian, quickly dissolving his spiritual breath.

Looking at Wu Zetian's determined and cold face, Yang Tian felt a pang of pain inside, beginning to regret.

He should not have doubted Wu Zetian.

Wu Zetian was the Empress of Great Tang, always thinking ahead. She wanted Yang Tian to leave sooner; it was not indifference to life but a strategy for survival.

"Mistress, I was wrong, please come back..."

Yang Tian shouted urgently.

"It's useless, disciple. Someone must die today, and someone must escape, so the Chen Family won't be exterminated, and Great Tang won't perish!" Wu Zetian's face was full of determination: "These corpse demons are full of dark demon breath, my holy spiritual breath is their nemesis!"

"Corpse Demon King, quickly kill her!"

Wu Tiandu shouted fiercely.

He wielded the Demon Sword, slashing towards Wu Zetian.

Boom!

A loud roar sounded.

At this moment, Wu Zetian had already struck her top of the skull heavily.

A strong wave of holy spiritual breath surged out of Wu Zetian's body, forming a soul vortex in mid-air like an ocean.

"What is this spiritual breath?"

The corpse demon's face changed dramatically, realizing something was wrong and trying to rush to attack Wu Zetian.

But it was already too late.

This spiritual breath vortex spun in mid-air, instantly devouring the corpse demon.

"King, save me..."

The corpse demon screamed in terror.

But in the next second, the corpse demon's voice disappeared, and the once terrifying corpse demon was swallowed by the spiritual breath vortex, reduced to nothing.

"Such terrifying spiritual breath, it is our corpse demon tribe's nemesis!"

The face of the Corpse Demon King changed.

Corrupted black spiritual breath on its body was continuously absorbed by the spiritual breath vortex.

The Corpse Demon King's eyes flashed with fear as it tried to escape forward.

But the strong pull of the spiritual breath vortex was not something the Corpse Demon King could escape from.

In no time, the Corpse Demon King was immobilized, trying to flee yet repeatedly drawn back.

"Mistress!"

Yang Tian shouted.

"Go! Leave immediately!" Wu Zetian's voice transmitted from within the spiritual breath vortex: "The Capital City's Chen Family cannot die, nor can the world of Great Tang perish. You must take them away now, I can't hold on for long!"

"I won't leave!"

Yang Tian wanted to rush towards the spiritual breath vortex.

But a massive spiritual breath struck, sending Yang Tian flying: "Foolish! Didn't Mistress tell you to remember one thing? Leave at once, don't stay for a moment!"

"Let's go!"

Chen deeply looked at the soul vortex and flew up, grabbing Yang Tian, fleeing outside.

Chen Zheng also operated demon breath, swiftly following with Wu Yue and others.

"Mistress..."

Yang Tian tried to struggle, but the spiritual breath that struck him burned up, rendering him powerless.

A stream of tears burst from his eyes.

Yang Tian clenched his fist tightly, his eyes filled with defiance.

Suddenly, he let out a roar: "Corpse Demon King, I will tear you limb from limb!"

A wave of spiritual breath surged to his brain.

The murderous defiance and anger within Yang Tian were quickly neutralized by Wu Zetian's holy spiritual breath.

In the next second, Yang Tian fainted.

It was unknown how long had passed, when Yang Tian regained consciousness, he was already in the depths of the Demon Realm Forest.

"Mistress..."

Yang Tian stood up, looking around, finding himself inside a cave.

"Yang Tian, you're awake..."

Wu Yue hurried in upon hearing Yang Tian's voice.

"Wu Yue, where is Mistress?"

Yang Tian instinctively grabbed Wu Yue's wrist.

"It hurts..." Wu Yue's wrist was grabbed painfully, but looking at Yang Tian's face, she sighed: "We escaped... You've been unconscious for three days and nights... Chen Tian went back once, the Empress is no more..."

"Mistress is dead?"

Yang Tian muttered.

He collapsed weakly to the ground.

"Yang, the Empress sacrificed herself to let us escape, it's for us to go back and protect Great Tang and the Chen Family..."

Ling Ying whispered.

"Corpse demons, I will tear you limb from limb!"

Yang Tian clenched his fist tightly.

He raised the Holy Sword, flying out of the cave.

"Yang..."

By the time Wu Yue and Ling Ying chased out, Yang Tian was already gone.

"He'll die if he returns to confront the corpse demons!"

Wu Yue said, her face pale.

......

Yang Tian kept flying forward; it was unknown how long when he arrived at the magic tree.

To confront the corpse demons, perhaps only this magic tree could help.

"I want to get strong! I want a bloodbath of the corpse demons!"

Yang Tian rushed to the front of the demon bud.

The corpse demons were too strong; Yang Tian was no match, even a regular corpse demon was oppressive, let alone the Corpse Demon King.

Looking at the demon bud, a bold idea surged in Yang Tian's heart.

He wanted to enter the demon bud, absorbing the magic tree's spiritual breath.

Whizz!

A beam of light shot down from the magic tree.

Suddenly, a line of words appeared in Yang Tian's mind: only the dead can enter the demon bud.

Yang Tian ignored the magic tree's warning.

He quickly entered the demon bud.

Snap!

The demon bud sensed Yang Tian's presence and swiftly closed.

In the next second, Yang Tian felt waves of massive and terrifying spiritual breath coming from the magic tree.

These breaths, like celestial thunder, hit Yang Tian heavily.

Each strike nearly cost Yang Tian half his life.

But thinking of Wu Zetian, Yang Tian felt pain in his heart, clenched his fist tightly: "Corpse Demon King, I will tear you limb from limb!"

It was unknown how long Yang Tian stayed inside the demon bud.

When he regained consciousness, the demon bud had opened, and he emerged, feeling a surge of spiritual breath within.

He clearly felt stronger.

And at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Disciple, why am I here? Wasn't I already dead? Why am I alive?"

"Mistress!"

Instinctively, Yang Tian turned to look back...