Zhu Zining's exclamation, along with the desperate screams of the Samsara Division disciples, were quickly drowned out by the sound of floodwater rushing into the passage.

I could clearly feel that the tomb I was in was about to succumb to the pressure of the flood, showing faint signs of collapse.

Butcher Wang got up and looked at the ceiling. "The Samsara Division has been wiped out?"

"Hard to say!" I shook my head. "Zhu Zining may still have a way to save her life. We're the ones in danger now, not her."

Zhu Zining's position was closer to the surface. Even if a flood struck, as long as they weren't knocked unconscious by the water, they would have a chance to escape.

But we were sealed in the lower level of the tomb. Once the tomb collapsed, we would not only face overwhelming floods but also landslides akin to a mountain collapsing.

Even if we were all masters of the Art, our chances of survival would be slim.

When I turned my gaze to Arena, I hesitated again.

The quickest way to escape was to kill Arena and enter the lower level of the tomb.

But doing so would be like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Perhaps the chance of survival we fought so hard for would only allow us to live a little longer.

While I was still hesitating, Hei Ye Xiao's figure suddenly appeared in the tomb.

Arena gripped the paper fan in her hand tightly, staring at Hei Ye Xiao without saying a word for a long time.

Finally, Hei Ye Xiao spoke first, "Arena, let's settle our affairs ourselves. Let my friends leave first."

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Arena suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, "I've waited for you for so many years, and the first thing you say when you see me is to let go of your friends?"

Hei Ye Xiao frowned, "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

I also turned to look at Ye Yang and Butcher Wang, my meaning being: was there something wrong with what Hei Ye Xiao said? I would say the same.

Ye Yang and Butcher Wang probably knew what I wanted to say.

At the same time, they looked at Hei Ye Xiao with blank expressions.

Butcher Wang's lips were still trembling slightly. She must have been talking to someone using the secret art of sound transmission.

Hei Ye Xiao said at this moment, "The grievances between you and me are limited to you and me. Why involve others?"

"Back then, how many people were implicated in the entanglement between you and me?"

"We were supposed to be guardians of the Miao region, but we almost destroyed it."

"Arena, don't involve others in the matters between us anymore."

Arena trembled, "Hei Ye Xiao, are you so stingy that you're not even willing to lie to me once?"

"The woman behind you has been transmitting her voice to you, teaching you sweet words that no woman would not be moved by."

"As long as you repeat her words like a parrot, I will obediently follow you. Why aren't you even willing to tell a lie?"

Hei Ye Xiao said, "If I wanted to deceive you, I could have deceived you back then in the Misty Rain Pavilion."

"Arena, there is no affection left between us, only grievances."

"Hahaha..." Arena suddenly burst into laughter, and the misty rain floating in the tomb instantly turned blood red.

Arena's laughter contained tears, which was why the misty rain changed like blood.

The Misty Rain Pavilion never belonged to Arena in the first place.

No matter how long she guarded it, she was only a passerby in the Misty Rain Pavilion.

Perhaps the Misty Rain Pavilion had witnessed her arrival.

Unfortunately, it could only leave behind her sorrowful smile.

I drew my blade, "Kill!"

I couldn't wait any longer. Arena was definitely going to take revenge on Hei Ye Xiao. The result of waiting any longer would be nothing more than a fight.

When my twin blades simultaneously struck Arena's oiled paper umbrella, the blades directly tore through the umbrella surface and cut into Arena's body.

I didn't expect this result and stood there stunned with my twin blades.

Ye Yang's sword light followed closely, striking my arm from the side and forcibly knocking me away from my original position.

Ye Yang's sword was originally meant to provide support, but when he realized that I was standing still, he changed his sword stance and pushed me aside.

When I regained my footing, I was stunned again.

Although my blade could injure ghosts and deities, it couldn't kill a ghost and deity of Arena's level with a single blow.

Arena, who should have recovered from her injuries in an instant, ignored the wounds on her body, allowing the phosphorescent flames to flow out of the two blade wounds.

"Arena!" Hei Ye Xiao took a step forward unconsciously.

Arena smiled gently, "Can I take that as you caring about me?"

"I..." Hei Ye Xiao wanted to say something, but Arena stopped him, "Don't say it, I know what you want to say."

"Just leave me with a glimmer of hope!"

"Over the years, I have stayed in the Misty Rain Pavilion, hating and resenting, but I have also figured it out. Some things really can't be forced."

"The Misty Rain Pavilion is destroyed! Can you give me these ruins?"

"Here lies my fantasy!"

"Let this fantasy continue to accompany me!"

Arena's figure became fainter and fainter, "Hei Ye Xiao, can you hold me?"

"Can you give me something that I never got when I was alive before my soul vanishes?"

Hei Ye Xiao stepped forward and gently hugged Arena.

I clearly saw tears streaking across the corner of Arena's eyes. Ghosts and deities don't shed tears.

If a ghost or deity sheds tears, it is either a harbinger of becoming a demon or it represents the imminent collapse of her soul.