The Supreme Lady felt ice-cold all over, her strength rapidly draining away. She was like a rootless duckweed, her spiritual body slowly dissipating.
What terrified her most was the rapidly weakening connection to her heart.
Clearly, her heart had become a possession of that deeply cunning phantom.
"I never imagined I would die like this, but dying in this scoundrel's arms isn't so bad."
The Supreme Lady offered a tragically beautiful smile. Facing death, her fear vanished, and she felt a rare sense of peace.
She extended her arms, wrapping them around Ji Mo's waist, resting her head on his shoulder, savoring the tranquility of her final moments.
The resentment she held towards Ji Mo completely dissipated.
The Supreme Lady had lived a life of immense hardship. From the moment she gained sentience, her sole focus was revenge against her original body, and half her life was consumed by hatred.
Her life was like the current weather, gray and drizzling, with no light in sight.
Until she met Ji Mo, a sliver of sunshine entered her life.
"Don't worry, with me here, I won't let anything happen to you."
Ji Mo's expression turned anxious, his mind racing to figure out how to save a spiritual body on the verge of dissipation.
He was adept at healing flesh and blood, but facing the Supreme Lady's condition was a first for him, and he appeared somewhat flustered.
Hearing Ji Mo's words, the Supreme Lady's lips curved upwards uncontrollably.
Is this scoundrel concerned about me?
Even if it were a lie, her heart rejoiced.
It was the first time anyone had spoken such words to her.
Suddenly.
The Supreme Lady's pupils contracted sharply as she saw a terrifying crimson beam of light hurtling towards Ji Mo's back.
Someone was ambushing them, intending to kill Ji Mo.
The Supreme Lady abruptly turned, instantly swapping positions with Ji Mo, using her body to shield him from the attack.
"Pfft..."
She spat out a mouthful of blood, nearly disintegrating on the spot.
After blocking the blow, her body became nearly transparent, her life reaching its end.
"Go, get out of here quickly, someone wants to kill you."
The Supreme Lady shoved Ji Mo away, urging him to flee.
Then, she stood before Ji Mo, roaring towards the distant dense forest, "Phantom, I won't let you lay a single hair on him."
As she spoke, the Supreme Lady unhesitatingly burned her soul, unleashing her final reserves of energy to buy Ji Mo a sliver of hope.
She could sense that the Phantom was incredibly powerful at this moment; the previous strike far surpassed her peak strength.
And with her heart already consumed by the Phantom, it was likely invincible.
"Incredible, the Supreme Lady would sacrifice herself to save someone."
Witnessing this scene, Ghostfire found it utterly unbelievable.
Lu Wukai sighed faintly, "This is love."
Old Demon was already in tears, deeply moved. Just as he was about to say something, he let out a scream and turned to flee.
A blood-red coffin floated in the air, the entire sky stained crimson.
A fierce wind raged, and the aura of death swept in all directions.
The blood coffin was as heavy as a mountain, as if crushing the void itself. Then, hundreds of bloody beams shot out, covering the sky.
An attack of this magnitude could undoubtedly instantly kill a ninth-level Mortal Immortal.
Old Demon, Lu Wukai, and Ghostfire all believed they couldn't withstand it and fled in panic.
The Supreme Lady's long hair danced, her red dress fluttering. Her entire being emanated a dazzling radiance.
She had burned everything, briefly recovering her peak strength for a final battle.
She was like a goddess, exuding an aura of supreme dominance. Her fair hands conjured laws, intercepting each incoming blood beam.
"How pathetic and laughable, the Supreme Lady of the Ghost Realm has fallen for a mere human and is willing to fight to the death for him."
The Phantom appeared, floating in the air, looking down at the Supreme Lady with disdain and a sneer.
Within its chest, dark light flickered, and the Supreme Lady's heart could be seen consumed by it, slowly merging.
The Phantom's body was enveloped in immortal spiritual energy, its terrifying pressure shaking the heavens and earth, making it incredibly powerful.
"Is that your heart? If I can get it back, I'll have a way to save you."
Ji Mo stared intently at the shattered heart within the Phantom's chest, intending to snatch it back.
"You hurry and go, I should be able to hold it off for a moment."
The Supreme Lady glanced back at Ji Mo, sensing that his concern for her was genuine and heartfelt.
She smiled charmingly at Ji Mo, then unhesitatingly charged into the air to intercept the Phantom.
Having burned her soul, she was undeniably doomed, with no chance of survival.
Moreover, with the Phantom's current strength, reclaiming her heart was an impossible fantasy.
"Hold me off for a moment? You overestimate yourself. In my eyes now, you are utterly defenseless."
The Phantom roared to the heavens, its aura surging.
Its entire body was wreathed in dark light, and a pair of massive wings sprouted from its back. Golden light flowed from its head, revealing a golden skull.
"The bloodline power of the vampire Adman, a golden skull. This old schemer has actually devoured those two!"
Ghostfire's scalp tingled with fear. He never expected the Phantom, who usually acted so meekly before him, to be so terrifying. It had silently eliminated the other two titans and devoured them.
If he were careless, he would eventually be plotted against and devoured without a trace.
The thought was terrifying; this turtle son was too insidious, hiding so deeply.
"Your heart now belongs to me. As a reward, I shall send you to hell."
The Phantom's face contorted into a sinister grin. It raised the blood coffin and ferociously slammed it down towards the Supreme Lady.
Blood light surged into the sky, immortal spiritual energy erupted, and the heavens and earth trembled.
The Supreme Lady was already at the end of her strength and could not resist. She was smashed towards the ground like a meteor.
She coughed up another mist of blood, her body growing cold, the flame of her soul beginning to extinguish like a candle in the wind, her oil almost spent.
The Supreme Lady did not fall to the ground but landed in a warm embrace. Looking up, she saw a delicate face.
Ji Mo had caught her.
"You silly girl, I don't need you to risk your life for me."
Ji Mo's face was filled with heartache. Besides Black Rose, this was the second girl who had risked her life for him.
His face turned ashen, and he stared intently at the Phantom laughing triumphantly in the air, his heart filled with a desire to kill the damned thing.
"You hold on for a while, I'll get your heart back and heal you."
Ji Mo propped the Supreme Lady against a rock, then opened his oil-paper umbrella, carefully shielding her from the wind and rain.
"It's useless, I can't survive. Don't worry about me, run... run quickly..."
The Supreme Lady urged Ji Mo to flee again, not wanting him to be buried alive for nothing. With his words, she felt no regrets in death.
Suddenly.
She noticed the oil-paper umbrella, now looking completely new, and her mind went blank.
The originally plain umbrella surface now bore a beautiful scene.
Misty rain, blue tiled eaves, a girl in red holding an oil-paper umbrella gazing into a blank space, covering her mouth with a smile.
This was the scene of her first encounter with Ji Mo.
The blank space represented Ji Mo, clearly indicating that the painting was not yet finished.
"So, he wasn't lying. In his heart... there is me."
Tears of happiness rolled down the Supreme Lady's cheeks. At this moment, she felt like the happiest person in the world.
"If there is a next life, I will still hold an oil-paper umbrella and wait for your appearance in the misty rain."
The Supreme Lady watched Ji Mo's figure, who was resolutely walking towards the Phantom, her vision blurring as her last consciousness began to fade completely.