The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

At this time, the situation between the two tribes was like a bowstring that was stretched to the extreme and could break at any time, leading to the possibility of a fierce conflict.

Although Hua Jianli once said that as long as Cang'an behaved himself, he would spare his life, Cang'an's burning heart was like the burning sun. How could he be willing to be a person who lived in disgrace?

He was determined to return to the Ghost Clan and use his body to build a solid defense line for his people. Even if he fell on the bloody battlefield, he would never retreat.

Seeing that Cang'an was so determined, Su Yang went to find Hua Jianli and pestered him to leave. Hua Jianli finally couldn't persuade him and had no choice but to agree that the two of them could return to the Ghost Clan.

To protect them, he carefully disguised them and personally escorted them out of the city. Hua Jianli stood quietly, watching their backs going farther and farther away, and sighed heavily.

Then, his figure dissipated into the air like smoke, leaving only silence.

"You two gentlemen!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Liu Rangchen quickly ran a few steps to catch up, while lowering his voice and calling softly.

Su Yang and Cang'an in front turned their heads subconsciously and saw a strange woman running towards them.

Cang'an asked, "Miss, what can I do for you?"

Liu Rangchen waved his hand to signal him not to speak, then pulled the two of them to a remote corner and took off his disguise.

The moment Su Yang saw his true face, he shouted excitedly: "Little rabbit... um!"

Liu Rangchen was quick to respond, "Young Master, there are many people here, please don't speak too loudly."

Su Yang nodded quickly.

Liu Rangchen's hand touched Cang'an's empty sleeves. The pain in his heart was like a sharp blade, almost making his tears burst out like a flood.

Cang'an was optimistic, and smiled and comforted him, "Master, it's okay, I just lost an arm. The swordsmanship you taught me in the past, I can now practice it with one hand to perfection, it can be considered a blessing in disguise."

Liu Rangchen held back his tears and nodded, "Okay, okay, as long as you're alive, it's good. Let's go back quickly. You two have been gone for such a long time, your father and mother must be worried sick."

Su Yang and Cang'an nodded, and the three of them left as quickly as three lightning bolts.

On the other side, after Di Yin discovered that Liu Rangchen was missing, he immediately sent people to search everywhere.

"Your Majesty, I am incompetent and have not found the whereabouts of that girl." A young general in armor half-knelt on the ground and reported to him respectfully.

After hearing this, Di Yin sighed and waved his hand to let him go.

Xu Junyue poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him, "Master, do you really not think there is something wrong with that woman who appeared out of nowhere?"

Di Yin took the tea and took a sip. "Tell me about it."

Xu Junyue said slowly, "The Shura Palace is heavily guarded. How can she just break in when she says she can? I think it's probably a spy sent by the Shura Clan to gather information from us."

Di Yin nodded slightly: "Very good, your analysis is correct."

Xu Junyue looked surprised. "Ah? Master, you knew something was wrong with her. Why didn't you arrest her and ask her about it?"

Di Yin raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile, "I think that woman is very interesting, so I want to see what tricks she is going to play.

I didn't expect that she would slip away when I wasn't paying attention. My cleverness really backfired."

While the two were talking, a woman came skipping in from outside the door. This woman was the Soul-Devouring Bell - Su Qingyue.

At this time, she did not have a fixed name, and because of her spiritual nature, she could not cultivate a physical body. If she wanted to have a physical body, she had to possess another body.

However, she did not care for the body she took over, and with the war raging, she had to go to the battlefield, so she had to change her skin every few days.

Di Yin looked at her ever-changing appearance, feeling helpless, and said with a smile:

"Why have you changed your ways again? Show some love to your fellow tribesmen, or else you'll be beaten as a foreigner by them on the battlefield. Where will you go to seek justice then?"

Su Qingyue curled her lips and said, "I love you too, but I forgot about it while we were fighting. Let's not talk about me for now. What are you guys talking about?"

Xu Junyue rushed to say: "Let's talk about that woman just now. I think Master has been bewitched by her."

"Ahem, that's nonsense."

Su Qingyue burst into laughter after hearing this, and agreed with Xu Junyue's words, "I think so too. They say they just want to see her purpose, but in fact they just want to have more contact with her. We all know that~"

Di Yin shook his head speechlessly at the two people's teasing, and then drank his tea quietly without saying anything. After a while, he suddenly said:

"Give them orders. When the two sides are fighting, tell them to be careful of women with good skills. If they encounter them, do not harm her life. Bring her to me and I will deal with her."

The war between the two tribes was like a raging and unstoppable tsunami, advancing violently without any room for easing.

At this point, it was no longer a simple question of whether Cang Yuan was willing to surrender, but that Di Yin was determined to completely wipe out the ghost clan from the map of the demon world.

Cang Yuan acted uprightly and never overstepped the line. However, the rocket-like growth of the Ghost Clan under his leadership was like a sharp sword hanging directly over the Shura Clan's dominant position in the demon world, making Di Yin feel very uneasy.

In his eyes, the Ghost Clan is like a rising and dazzling new star. He regards this light as a severe challenge to his authority and an existence that cannot be tolerated.

Thus, a new round of massacre of the ghost tribe exploded like a lit powder keg.

On the battlefield, the shouts of killing shook the earth. The warriors on both sides pounced on each other like crazy hungry wolves, blood splattered everywhere, and countless people were killed and wounded.

Compared with the losses in the previous war, Cang Yuan was clearly more fully prepared this time.

In the end, the Shura clan was defeated in this fierce battle, but they did not give up. After quickly regrouping, they launched another more fierce attack.

Cang Ling rushed into the enemy camp with a spirit snake whip in her hand. The spirit snake whip in her hand was like a nimble and deadly dragon. Wherever it went, the enemies fell like fragile ants, and she killed everyone on the battlefield.

Su Qingyue caught a glimpse of Cang Ling's figure on the other side of the battlefield, and couldn't help but wonder in her heart: "Could it be that the woman with extraordinary skills mentioned by the Demon Lord is her? Never mind, let's catch her first."

After thinking about it, she floated towards Cang Ling like a ghost. The two of them entangled with each other on the battlefield, their figures intertwined, as if two whirlwinds collided and tore each other apart.

Su Qingyue relied on her strange skills and tricky methods, but she almost died at the hands of the opponent.

Finally, he succeeded in capturing Cangling and brought him back to Shura Palace like a prey.