Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - Chapter 324
Chapter 324
Suddenly, he raised his head.
His once dark eyes were now filled with a strange, scarlet glow.
Blood vessels climbed like vines, rapidly filling his entire eye until it spilled out, staining his eye sockets, the depths of his gaze, and the upward curve at the corner of his eyes.
The desert wind roared up, like the wailing of ghosts, causing the demon beasts to scatter in terror.
At some point, the black mist had turned blood-red, swirling violently into a ceaselessly howling vortex, with Pei Ji standing at its center.
“Something… doesn’t seem right,” someone muttered hesitantly.
“With this killing intent and pressure… can we really contain him?”
No sooner had they spoken than the wind in the vortex howled, and waves of blood mist exploded outward—
In an instant, blinding cold light erupted, like thousands of arrows shooting outward!
“Defend the formation, defend the formation! This boy—!”
Qing Heng, startled by the murderous aura, activated his own demonic energy to protect himself.
“Everyone else, attack him together!”
The other demon cultivators, forced back by the sword energy, barely steadied themselves before gathering their energy with focus.
Their sheer numbers quickly allowed them to form an encirclement around Pei Ji, trapping him within.
Tonight, he was not leaving this formation.
Huo Qiao lowered his head slightly, nodding.
“Attack.”
The demon tide surged, forming several pitch-black swords in mid-air, their keening cries filling the wind as they pointed downwards, all aimed at the kneeling figure at the center.
The cries grew sharper, the black aura denser, as clouds and winds shifted, and the swords plunged straight down—
Aimed directly at the boy’s back.
Right then.
Precisely at that moment.
A brilliant radiance erupted, and a vast sword energy descended like a river of stars, enveloping Pei Ji completely.
Blinding white light clashed with the dense black mist, forming a stalemate in the air.
Huo Qiao’s eyes flickered in brief surprise.
In the midst of the overwhelming blood-red light, he saw a slender figure standing resolutely.
The young woman’s eyes were swollen, as if she’d cried hard not long ago.
Covered in dust and sand, with disheveled hair and blood at the corners of her eyes and lips, she looked utterly battered.
But despite her haggard appearance, her bright black eyes were as clear as a lake, reflecting the cold moonlight in a breathtaking way.
It was the girl who had escaped.
She had chosen to return in the face of such near-certain death.
While the demonic energy and sword energy clashed above, Ning Ning wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, coughing involuntarily.
She was keenly aware of her own limits; she couldn’t hold out for long against this attack alone.
On her way here, the system had occasionally mentioned “fate” to her.
It was because of fate that Ning Ning in this world, even after countless rewinds, had only faced death, and Pei Ji, having fallen into demonic ways, was forsaken by heaven and shrouded in deathly energy—just like her, unable to escape a fatal end.
Fate was truly a strange thing.
The system had told her that in past cycles, she’d tried to make Pei Ji fall in love with her.
But the boy had seen through her charity and deliberate approach, always remaining cold as ice.
Correspondingly, the former Pei Ji had been impeccable; even when falsely accused of harming fellow disciples and colluding with the demon realm, he never lost his composure or fell into darkness.
This time, however, was different.
Ning Ning’s presence had been like a stone dropped into still water, sending wave after wave of ripples.
A butterfly’s wings had stirred, setting off storms in each interlocking link of destiny.
The “cause” of her intentional acts of malice had, in a twist of fate, planted the “effect” of Pei Ji’s descent into darkness because of her.
The cycle of cause and effect, predestined.
To hell with predestination.
—Wasn’t the once-unchangeable fate already beginning to diverge?
Ning Ning never believed in fate, nor was she willing to hand over her future to some so-called “Fate.”
They were living, breathing people, not puppets under the manipulation of the heavens.
Since she, this stone, had already stirred the ripples, setting destiny into motion—
Then why not make the waves in this stagnant water bigger?
Bigger still.
Even if Pei Ji was abandoned by the heavens, she would be there to protect him.
