Qing Luo let out a miserable shriek.

The two halves of his body quivered in midair, as if attempting to fuse back together.

But in the end, he couldn’t do it. 

And when Qing Luo saw the nearby Tian Li collapse, he cried out, “Tian Li——!!”

The old blind man’s attack had made her already indistinct figure collapse completely. All that remained was an extremely faint shadow.

“Qing Luo, actually… back when we first joined forces to kill Bai Changhen, I anticipated that this day would come.” Tian Li’s words started and stopped, and her voice was full of weakness. “But at least, I get to die with you. I’m already satisfied…”

Before her voice had even finished echoing through the air, Tian Li disappeared completely.

“Tian Li…” Qing Luo slumped despondently, as if he’d lost his soul.

It seemed he couldn’t bear the shock; he completely gave up the struggle, and the bisected halves of his body transformed into motes of light and disappeared.

Ning Sihua and the others felt conflicted watching this.

Qing Luo and Tian Li were both sword spirits, and the feelings between them ran deep. It was a moving sight. 

However, it was difficult...