Chapter 1185 Believe

"Sister Xilin, stop it now...!"

Kiana wanted to help control Sirin, but Zijing didn't allow her to participate and separated the two girls, "Kiana, don't worry about me, just protect yourself."

"But……"

"obedient!"

"Woo..."

Frightened by Zijing's suddenly heavier tone, Kiana couldn't help crying out loud.

"It's really embarrassing..."

A familiar voice came from the fog. Even now, that guy still didn't reveal his true identity in front of Zijing.

So cautious...

Amethyst stroked Xilin's head, and a certain force penetrated into her body, confronting the black core in her body, barely making her calm down.

At the same time, Zijing's eyes swept around, and a vague figure could be vaguely seen in the mist.

The other party is like a patient predator. She will not come out until Zijing is completely exhausted.

Thinking about this, Zijing responded, "I am indeed in a very bad state, but despite this, I will not let anyone bully me. The fact that you haven't come out yet is proof of that."

"Of course, you won't die so easily. But you can't delay for too long... your companions outside are not easy to deal with."

After saying that, the figure walked out of the mist, and the next moment was pierced by a huge sword that appeared out of thin air.

Not a real person.

"That was a close call," a light laugh came from the mist, with a hint of teasing, "I just don't know how long you can hold on."

Zijing coldly watched the figure pierced by the sword gradually dissipate and become part of the mist. His eyes were still sharp, and although his body was exhausted, his spirit was as tense as a string.

Zijing didn't hesitate, and quickly pulled Qiana's hand tightly, and with the other hand, she hugged Xilin tightly, and whispered: "Follow me closely, don't let go!"

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the mist, and countless black blades attacked from all directions, heading straight for the three of them. Zijing quickly hardened his legs and used kicks to block the attacks one by one, but his movements were obviously much slower than before. The wound on his abdomen was still bleeding, and every movement made his body tremble slightly.

"Brother Zijing, your injury..." Kiana held Zijing's hand tightly, her eyes full of worry.

"It's okay, don't be distracted!" Zijing responded in a low voice, her eyes still scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

Zijing ran with the two of them. Suddenly, several black chains condensed in the mist behind them and rushed towards the three of them. Zijing quickly raised his leg and kicked the chains off, but one of the chains still rubbed his neck, leaving a bloody mark.

"Hmm..." Zijing groaned and staggered slightly, but he quickly steadied his body and continued running forward.

"Brother Zijing!" Kiana's voice was filled with tears. She held Zijing's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that she would lose him if she let go.

Xilin's body was trembling slightly, as the influence of the black core was temporarily suppressed. She had been observing the situation silently, and a trace of struggle flashed in her eyes.

"Why... don't you let me go?"

It was obvious that if he just let go of himself, his situation would be much better.

Obviously... he and I are enemies...

The whisper was not heard by Zijing, as his attention was focused on his own defense.

The attacks in the mist did not stop. Black blades and chains continued to attack from all directions. Zijing's physical strength was close to the limit, and every resistance seemed extremely difficult. His breathing became rapid, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but his hands still held Xilin and Qiana tightly, without any relaxation.

"You are so tenacious," the voice in the mist sounded again, with a hint of impatience, "But it's time to end the game."

Before he finished speaking, a huge black hand suddenly condensed from the mist and rushed towards the three people. Zijing quickly deployed a barrier to block the attack, but the barrier cracked in an instant.

Three, two, one... time's up!

"Qiana, Xilin, retreat!" Zijing shouted, and suddenly threw the two girls he had never let go of to the back, out of the enemy's attack range. He used his last strength to condense a fiery red sword, and the flames symbolizing destruction went straight to the black palm.

The two forces collided violently in the air, bursting out with dazzling light. Zijing's body was knocked back several steps by the huge impact force, and a mouthful of blood spit out from her mouth.

"Brother Zijing!" Kiana shouted in horror and wanted to rush forward to support him, but Zijing raised his hand to stop her.

"Don't come over!" Zijing said in a low voice, and glanced at Xilin at the same time. For some reason, she had remained quiet since just now.

Now Xilin was lying on the ground, motionless, as if she had fallen asleep.

The figure in the mist finally revealed its true form, a black-haired woman standing not far away. This also meant that the other party had confirmed that Zijing was now at the end of his strength.

Zijing looked at her coldly, still holding the weapon tightly in his hand. He stepped back and stood between Xilin and Qiana.

The black-haired woman chuckled, raised her hand and condensed several balls of dark energy, heading straight for Amethyst.

The black energy came like lightning, and Zijing quickly swung his weapon to block the attack. However, his physical strength was close to the limit, and every swing of the weapon seemed extremely difficult.

"Well……"

Finally, a stream of energy opened a new blood hole in Zijing's chest. He looked down and saw that the place where his heart used to be was empty.

And the heart that originally belonged to Amethyst was now held in the hands of the black-haired woman.

"ended."

The black-haired woman whispered, and then suddenly tightened her hand around her heart.

However, the imagined blood-red fragments did not appear, and a dark space hole swallowed the heart. Then, while the other party had no time to react, the terrible lightning attacked the black-haired woman.

Dong Dong, Dong Dong——!

A small hand touched Zijing's chest, and the empty space was filled with flesh and blood again, and the heart returned to its original position.

"Xilin...?"

The unexpected help made Zijing open her eyes wide. The purple-haired girl lowered her head to prevent Zijing from seeing her expression. Her palm was still on his chest, and her fingertips trembled slightly, as if to confirm whether the heart had really returned to its original place.

"Can I believe it? About your memory, about your words..."

Xilin's voice was faint but clear. Zijing was slightly surprised and then smiled gently, "Of course, because I am your brother..."

"Um……"

After hearing the answer, Xilin made up her mind completely. She grabbed her chest and stood side by side with Zijing, facing the black-haired woman who had just escaped from the entanglement of lightning.