The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn

Chapter 053: Far From Over:

The fourth layer of the ancient battlefield.

Yue Hongling’s injuries were healing rapidly, aided by the 81 Fearless Divine Seals. They could attack, defend, restore, and even amplify her strength. However, regrowing her severed hand wasn’t so simple.

It didn’t matter.

The Vermilion Bird had left her and disappeared to an unknown location. She still had her own matters to attend to. Her mood was low, her once radiant and charming face now drooping with exhaustion. There was no trace of the unparalleled elegance she once exuded in battle.

She felt finished.

Yue Hongling was utterly miserable. 

Looking back at her past decisions, she could only see herself as a complete fool—so foolish it was beyond redemption. 

How long had she even known Feng Wuxie? Yet she trusted him so deeply, so thoroughly!

She knew exactly what kind of person her senior brother was and how good he had been to her. Despite this, she had placed all her trust in someone she thought was her “white moonlight”…

Yue Hongling laughed bitterly. 

That so-called “white moonlight” had turned pitch black and rotten, yet even as an Empress, she couldn’t let it go. 

The better her senior brother treated her, the more she thought it was out of guilt.

“Hahaha…”

“Feng! Wu! Xie!”

The three words carried the chill of a bone-piercing wind straight from the depths of hell.

She would find Feng Wuxie and tear him apart, piece by piece. Then she would beg her senior brother for forgiveness. As long as he was willing to forgive her, she would do anything—she would even die for it. She wasn’t afraid of death. Her senior brother had a kind heart; if she apologized sincerely and persistently…

No, that wasn’t enough. 

Her senior brother loved her playful and innocent side the most.

A water screen appeared before her, reflecting her face. 

She tried smiling, but it didn’t feel right. 

She changed her expression, but it still didn’t look like her old self. Where was her innocence? Her playfulness?

At this moment, Yue Hongling realized her innocence had existed only because she had been happy. Now, there was no happiness left. 

She waved her hand, dispersing the water screen. Her eyes shone with a faint crimson light.

“Feng Wuxie, wait for me! I’ll kill you myself!”

…

Feng Wuxie was panicking at this moment. He couldn’t believe how the ambush had unfolded. So many prodigies, ones he could only look up to, hadn’t managed to take down Yue Hongling? How could this be? 

Were they all that useless?

Why had a member of the demon race saved Yue Hongling? 

And not just any demon—one so powerful it overwhelmed even the Little Dragon King and the Broken Sword Demon, whose names shook the heavens. Yet both had died miserably, leaving Feng Wuxie fuming.

He wasn’t the only one. 

The entire demon race had become a target of everyone’s fury. 

Why had a demon betrayed them? 

Yue Hongling had been at the end of her rope, yet suddenly a powerful demon had appeared and saved her.

The demon race even claimed they didn’t know the fiery bird. But how could that bird, whose strength surpassed even the Little Dragon King, be unknown to them? 

Were they trying to fool idiots?

If not for the demon race suffering the most casualties in this ambush, the other factions might have suspected this was all a trap set by the demons in collusion with the humans.

Unable to vent their anger on the demons, they turned to Feng Wuxie.

The demons wanted to crush his bones, and the ghost race sought to rip out his soul. The gods intervened, with Shui Ye speaking up.

“Calm down. Feng Wuxie still has his uses,” Shui Ye said.

“What use? Yue Hongling has already seen through him. Do you think he can still win her forgiveness?” one of the demons growled.

“He won’t win her forgiveness,” Shui Ye replied calmly. “But now he has become the one Yue Hongling hates the most. I observed carefully—she missed something very important because of him. When she discovered the truth, her pain was obvious.”

“That means Yue Hongling’s hatred for Feng Wuxie runs bone-deep. She would rather eat his flesh and wear his skin. We can use this against her.”

Shui Ye’s eyes sparkled with cunning.

“Are you suggesting…?”

“Yes. Just as love can be a trap, so can hatred.”

Feng Wuxie’s heart surged with joy. 

Did this mean he would survive? 

But his joy froze when Shui Ye gave him a disdainful glance.

“I find this kind of scum repulsive. We’ll spare his life, but feel free to vent your anger.”

Feng Wuxie’s smile stiffened. “No… No, you can’t…”

A towering demon stepped forward and tore off a chunk of flesh from Feng Wuxie, devouring it. Blood spurted everywhere as Feng Wuxie screamed in agony.

The demons, ghosts, and other monsters unleashed all their fury on him. His screams sounded like the sweetest music to their ears.

Shui Ye sighed lightly, summoning blue light to heal Feng Wuxie.

“Careful, don’t kill him. Don’t tear off his arms—they’re hard to reattach. And don’t step on his groin. It’ll hurt too much.”

For an hour, Feng Wuxie alternated between fainting from pain and being jolted awake by it. His body was covered in blood, his flesh shredded, leaving no part unscathed.

Finally, Shui Ye managed to pull him back from the brink of death. “I trust everyone’s anger has cooled. I’ll take him with me. If we get another chance, I’ll contact you all for another hunt. Next time, Yue Hongling won’t escape.”

…

Time passed. Feng Wuxie’s entire body was swollen, his skin stretched taut like a delicate membrane, filled with pus. 

Even the slightest break in his skin caused excruciating pain, twisting his face in agony.

The collective wrath of the factions had subsided, but Shui Ye’s anger remained. He dragged Feng Wuxie to a newly arrived group of gods. 

Another hunt was about to begin.