As the Countess spoke, everyone felt a moment of disorientation, and then they found themselves on a platform atop the tower, where some could even see the distant scenery.
"Foolish mortals, are you ready to embrace death?" A woman appeared in the center, clothed in an ancient, luxurious noblewoman's robe. This woman seemed very youthful, akin to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old maiden, yet one could also sense the seductive charms of a mature woman, creating a strangely stunning impression.
"Your lover is already dead; maintaining the Blood Pool now holds no meaning." Li Yao retorted, "Even if your beauty remains unchanged for tens of thousands of years, without someone you care about to admire it, it's all in vain. Besides, why continue to fight for Hell?"
"What do you know? Although my lover is dead, his soul remains, and the Lord Demon has promised to help me revive him," said the Countess, glancing back at the Blood Pool.
