After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 73 - "Senior Sister, This Is Borrowed From You, And It’s Also What I Owe You"

Boom, boom, boom—!!!

Deep within the third underground level of the Abyss Spirit Hall, at the end of the labyrinth, a one-sided massacre was unfolding.

The entire maze had been transformed into a frozen wasteland, its walls and floors encased in ice. At its center, Nightfall, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, was fleeing in desperation. He dashed through chamber after chamber, but the silver-haired fairy behind him simply smashed through walls in relentless pursuit.

She was no longer a “fairy.”

She was a demon.

Nightfall, the proud Holy Son, was reduced to a pitiful figure, scurrying like a rat.

Sword Technique: Piercing Abyss Strike!

The silver-haired fairy descended from above, plunging her silver sword into the ground.

Frost spread from the blade, covering the maze floor in a thick layer of ice. From beneath the ground, massive ice spikes erupted, racing toward Nightfall. Within seconds, the spikes reached him, exploding upward from the floor beneath his feet. He leapt to avoid them, only to find the ceiling above him similarly encased in frost, ready to unleash more deadly spikes.

Anywhere there was earth or walls, the ice spikes could strike.

This large-scale sword technique had tormented Nightfall for hours.

At first, he thought it was An Luo Yi’s ultimate move, something she was using out of sheer rage. But now he realized the truth.

To her, this wasn’t even a special technique. It was just a warm-up.

The sheer scale of her icy onslaught was beyond comprehension. Even Nightfall, with his considerable power, couldn’t fathom the spiritual energy required to freeze an entire labyrinth.

But for An Luo Yi, it was effortless.

She hadn’t intentionally turned the maze into an icy wasteland. Her fury alone had caused her Ice Spirit Veins to release such intense cold that it altered the environment, the temperature, and even the weather.

“Don’t you ever get tired? Even madness has its limits!” Nightfall screamed, his voice hoarse.

He was utterly exhausted, barely holding on. Meanwhile, she didn’t even seem out of breath, showing no signs of depleting her energy.

The disparity in their spiritual reserves was like heaven and earth.

Crash!

Another ice spike shot up from the ground, striking Nightfall squarely in the back. His enchanted armor saved him from being impaled, but the force sent him flying, crashing to the ground in agony.

Looking up, he saw the silver-haired fairy approaching, her cold gaze fixed on him. Despair washed over him.

“I’ll ask you one last time. Where is my junior brother? Is he alive or dead?” An Luo Yi demanded, her voice icy and unwavering.

Nightfall had reached his breaking point.

“I’ve told you a thousand times—I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t know! How should I know where your junior brother is? What does he have to do with me?!” he shouted, his voice cracking.

“Xu Daoyun said it was you. And that letter from the Demon Sect—it was your doing,” An Luo Yi said, her tone unyielding.

Nightfall was on the verge of tears. He had considered such a plan, but he hadn’t actually captured her junior brother. And the idea wasn’t even his—it was that damned He Ange’s suggestion!

If he had known how terrifying An Luo Yi’s wrath could be, he would never have provoked her.

A cultivator who used ultimate moves as casual attacks? This was beyond anything Nightfall had ever encountered.

Unlimited spiritual energy. How was this even a fight?

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And Xu Daoyun—that traitorous bastard—had the audacity to pin the blame on him?

“I... I don’t know! Xu Daoyun was lying! Don’t believe him! That letter was just a bluff. We never actually captured your junior brother!” Nightfall pleaded.

“Then where is he?” An Luo Yi pressed, her voice colder than ever.

“I don’t know! I already told you, I don’t know!” Nightfall cried, his desperation palpable.

An Luo Yi’s silver sword rested against his neck.

“Xu Daoyun is dead. He died by this sword. If you, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, can’t give me an answer about my junior brother, I’ll send you to join him. Then I’ll take your head to your sect and demand answers from your leader. I’ll find him—alive or dead,” she said, her tone calm but her words chilling.

“!!?”

Nightfall wanted to argue, but the look in her eyes silenced him. Her gaze was devoid of emotion, filled only with cold determination. She wasn’t bluffing. She was serious.

She would kill him and march into the Demon Sect with his severed head.

Nightfall was terrified. He didn’t want to die.

“You... you’re pushing me too far! I have my limits!” he shouted, his voice trembling.

“...”

She remained silent, her lack of sympathy cutting deeper than any blade.

As her patience wore thin, Nightfall’s fear overwhelmed him. Desperate, he bit down on a black blood pill hidden in his gums. His eyes turned blood-red as he fell to his knees.

“An Luo Yi, you’ve forced my hand! This is on you!”

“If I can’t live, then neither will you. Everyone in this city will die with me!”

Demonic Sacrifice Array: Activate!

Boom, boom, boom—

As his words echoed through the chamber, dark flames erupted around him. His body became engulfed in sinister runes, his power surging past the Core Formation stage into Nascent Soul territory.

But his transformation didn’t stop there.

“He’s trying to blow up the entire city?” An Luo Yi realized, her heart sinking. She turned to flee, but the array had already sealed the labyrinth, trapping her inside.

“Haha! Hahaha—!”

“What’s wrong? Weren’t you so confident just now? Weren’t you going to humiliate me? Come on, let’s settle this! None of us are leaving tonight!” Nightfall roared, his body trembling as black smoke coiled around him.

But before he could take more than a few steps, he collapsed, coughing up blood. His body swelled grotesquely, as if it were about to explode.

“Let’s... die together...” he muttered.

In that moment, An Luo Yi turned back, her eyes widening as she saw the dark flames begin to erupt. She instinctively raised her sword to defend herself, but there was no time to summon a proper barrier.

The flames surged toward her, reflected in her widening pupils.

Boom—!!!

…

Nightfall had sacrificed himself in a massive explosion.

An Luo Yi knew her chances of survival were slim. As the flames engulfed her, she used her Ice Spirit Veins to create layer upon layer of ice shields, desperately trying to hold back the inferno.

But the heat was too intense. The ice melted faster than she could create it.

After several agonizing minutes, her defenses finally gave way. The flames broke through, searing her skin.

Collapsing to her knees, she clutched her sword, her vision fading. Through the haze, she saw a figure approaching—a boy, his silhouette dark and otherworldly against the fiery backdrop.

He knelt beside her, pressing a crystalline orb into her hands.

“Senior Sister, consider this Abyss Spirit Orb a loan. Someday, I’ll come to collect the interest,” he murmured.

His voice was soft, almost gentle, as the world around her faded to black.