Chapter 4613 Save
Chapter 4613 Save
"Yue'er!"
"Sister!"
"Young Miss Yue!"
Hao'er, Muchen, and Seventeen cried out in unison, their voices filled with terror. They strained against their restraints, desperate to intervene, but they were held fast, forced to watch as the Old Mountain Demon seized Yue'er by her collar and lifted her high, preparing to slam her onto the ground. The scene ignited a wave of horror, their hearts constricting with despair.
"Yue'er!" "Little sister!"
Hao'er and Muchen's voices, raw with desperation, echoed through the air, tinged with a heart-wrenching plea. "No! Do not kill her! Please, do not!"
Yue'er, suspended high above the Old Mountain Demon, was suddenly and violently hurled downwards. Caught completely off guard, she could only register the anguished cries of her brothers.
The Old Mountain Demon's descent was swift and brutal, fueled by a clear intent to kill. He aimed to crush her, to extinguish her life in a single, devastating blow. As Yue'er plummeted, she felt a chilling rush of air across her cheeks. Her vision blurred, and she instinctively squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a startled cry.
"Ah!"
The surrounding onlookers watched the scene unfold, their hearts pounding in their chests. A lump formed in their throats, and their breaths hitched.
They stared in disbelief. To them, she was an innocent child, yet the Old Mountain Demon was prepared to commit such a heinous act, to extinguish her life in such a brutal manner.
Considering the force with which the Old Mountain Demon was throwing her, augmented by his spiritual energy, Yue'er's body was destined to impact the ground with horrifying force. If her head struck the ground first, her skull would be shattered, her brains splattering.
The thought of such a gruesome spectacle was unbearable for many. They averted their gaze, closing their eyes or turning away, their hearts heavy with silent sorrow.
They felt a pang of pity for the little girl, a sense of injustice at her impending demise. They perceived the cruelty of her fate, yet no one dared to intervene, to defy the Old Mountain Demon's wrath.
However, just as everyone braced for the inevitable, a figure, swift and ethereal as a phantom, emerged from the formation. With astonishing speed, they reached out and caught Yue'er, halting her descent.
The sudden turn of events froze the air, silencing all but the rustling leaves and the approaching howls of the wolves.
Hao'er, Muchen, Seventeen, and the silver wolf released a collective sigh of relief as they witnessed Yue'er's rescue.
They turned their attention to the rescuer, their eyes searching for answers.
Who was this individual? How did they dare to intervene in such a perilous situation? Moreover, they did not recognize the person. Dressed in a black robe, they did not appear to be affiliated with the martial academy. And, most notably, they wore a mask!
"Little girl, are you frightened?"
The man's deep voice, laced with a gentle amusement, resonated with a pleasant timbre. It was soothing, like a gentle spring breeze, imbued with a sense of calm.
Hearing the voice, feeling the secure embrace of the rescuer, Yue'er slowly opened her eyes. She was met with the gaze of deep, dark pupils, filled with a gentle smile. However, she could not discern his features.
The man wore a demonic mask, concealing his face. She could only hear his voice, not see his true appearance.