Bai Yexing's death made the grief in Mu Yu's heart surge like a frenzy, but he knew that now was not the time to indulge in grief. He looked back at the old man, the elder who had been with him and had helped him selflessly. His eyes were full of gratitude and respect, for he knew that without the guidance and assistance of this old man, he might have been lost in the long journey.

At the end of the night, the white night fell like a bright meteor, and the brilliant light instantly disappeared into the endless darkness. Mu Yu stood on the top of the cold and windy mountain, witnessing this thrilling scene, and the grief in his heart surged like a frenzy. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to suppress the unforgettable pain in his heart, but the pain was like a sharp blade, mercilessly cutting his soul.

However, Mu Yu knows that now is not the time to indulge in grief. He had to pick himself up and move on, for the sake of that unfinished mission, for the eyes that were waiting for him. He slowly opened his eyes, and there was a determined light in them, as if to illuminate the endless darkness.

He looked back and saw that the old man was still standing there, like a majestic mountain, standing no matter the wind or rain. This old man has always been with him, selflessly giving him help and guidance, and becoming a beacon in his life's journey. Mu Yu's heart was full of gratitude and respect, he knew that without the guidance and help of this old man, he might have been lost in the long journey.

However, just as Mu Yu's heart was surging with indescribable gratitude, and he was about to pour out his deep gratitude to Bai Yexing, a shocking scene suddenly unfolded in front of his eyes. Bai Yexing's body, the life form that was once full of life and blood, now fell lifelessly in front of him like autumn leaves beaten by frost.

Mu Yu's heart seemed to be struck by a bolt of lightning, and the pain that instantly tore spread throughout his body. His gaze was fixed on the cold, lifeless body, and his eyes flashed with disbelief. He tried to breathe, but his chest felt as if it was pressed against a boulder, and it was difficult to breathe in even a trace of air.

However, Mu Yu knew that he could not be swayed by grief at this time. Although his heart was in pain, his consciousness was unusually clear. He knew that he had more important things to do, and he couldn't let his emotions get in the way of his next actions.

So, he endured the grief in his heart and forced himself to remain calm. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions. He knew that he had to be strong and he had to pick himself up, because only then could he complete the unfinished mission between him and White Nightwalker.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes shining with determination. He couldn't let the sacrifice of the White Night Walk go to waste, and he couldn't let the Hell Monarch continue to do evil. He took a deep breath, gathered the power of his whole body, and turned on the power of time.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everything around it became blurry and distant. Only Mu Yu and Ye Qingnian were particularly clear in this duel between time and corrosive power. Their forces converged in the air, sparking a fierce battle.

Mu Yu's time power was surging like a tide, trying to wash away Ye Qingnian's corrosive power. And Ye Qingnian's corrosive power is as cunning and ruthless as a poisonous snake, constantly eroding Mu Yu's time power. The battle between the two is extremely fierce, and each attack seems to kill the other.

Mu Yu's time power was like a raging tide, surging, trying to wash away Ye Qingnian's corrosive power. That power seemed to come from the depths of the ancient ocean, with endless years of precipitation, and every surge seemed to rewrite the laws of time, resolving Ye Qingnian's attacks one by one.

However, Ye Qingnian's corrosive power is like a cunning poisonous snake, vicious and ruthless. It silently erodes the power of time in the rain, as if the ancient ocean is being swallowed up by an invisible dark force. Every time it corroded, Mu Yu's strength trembled slightly, as if it was about to collapse.

The battle between the two is extremely fierce, and each attack seems to kill the other. Mu Yu's time power left an afterimage in the air, while Ye Qingnian's corrosive power was like black smoke, permeating every corner.

But Mu Yu didn't have the slightest intention of backing down, he knew that he had to win this battle. Not only does he have to avenge the White Nightwalk, but he also has to protect those innocent lives from the Lords of Hell. There was a determined glint in his eyes, and every attack was full of determination and strength.

The two figures danced in the moonlight, and their battle was fierce, each attack threatening to kill the other. Mu Yu, this young and mysterious time walker, his attacks left afterimages in the air, as if time was circulating in his hands, sometimes going backwards, sometimes speeding up, dazzling. His figure flickered and flickered, as if a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, leaving dazzling trails behind.

And his opponent, Ye Qingnian, was like a ghost in the dark, his corrosive power was like black smoke, permeating every corner, devouring everything around him. His hands exuded a palpitating dark aura, and each swing seemed to dissolve everything around him into nothingness.

However, in the face of such a powerful opponent, Mu Yu did not have the slightest intention of retreating. He knew that this battle was not only to avenge his dead friend Bai Yexing, but also to protect those innocent lives from the Hell Monarch. There was a determined glint in his eyes, and every attack was full of determination and strength.

The forces of time and corrosion collided violently in the air, making a deafening roar. Above the ruins, the smoke and dust were filled, and the figures of the two loomed in it, like two gods of war in a decisive battle. Their battle is not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of will.

In this battle, Mu Yu not only has to face a powerful enemy, but also has to overcome the fear and pain in his heart. But he firmly believes that as long as he doesn't give up, he will definitely be able to win this battle. There was a determined glint in his eyes, and every attack was full of determination and strength.

In this fierce battle, Mu Yu gradually gained the upper hand. His power of time surged towards Ye Qingnian like a tide, drowning him. In the end, under a heavy blow, Ye Qingnian finally couldn't support it and fell to the ground.

Mu Yu didn't stop, he walked to Ye Qingnian's side and looked down at him. There was no joy of victory in his eyes, only deep sorrow. "Why are you doing that?" He asked in a low voice.

"Ye Qingnian, why did you come to this point?" Mu Yu's voice was low and firm, as if every word was full of weight. His voice echoed in the night sky, piercing through the wind and rain, and hitting Ye Qingnian's heart.

Ye Qingnian raised his head, his eyes flashing with complicated emotions. His eyes were full of remorse and despair, as if he had seen the end of his life. He knew that no matter what he said, he could not undo the crimes he had committed, and he could not make up for the harm done to the innocent.

Mu Yu looked at Ye Qingnian, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He knew that for a sinner like Ye Qingnian, any words were superfluous. He raised his hand, and the last of his strength was gathered in his palm, ready to end this long and brutal battle.

However, at this last moment, a bright light suddenly flashed in Ye Qingnian's eyes. He seemed to be recalling something, as if he was looking for the last trace of warmth in his life. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't.

Mu Yu looked at Ye Qingnian's changes, and his heart couldn't help but move. He slowed down the movements in his hand and quietly waited for Ye Qingnian's last words. However, Ye Qingnian never spoke again, just closed his eyes quietly, as if bidding farewell to this world full of sin.

Mu Yu looked at Ye Qingnian's serene face, and an inexplicable sadness surged in his heart. He knew that the battle was over, but the real challenge had just begun. He needs to move on, for the sake of justice, for the sake of those innocent victims, for the sake of a better world.

He took a deep breath and gathered his last strength, preparing to end Ye Qingnian's life. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful force gushing out of Ye Qingnian's body. He looked at Ye Qingnian in surprise, only to see that his body gradually became transparent, as if it was dissipating into this world.

Mu Yu's heart swelled with unease, and he realized that this power was beyond his control. He quickly mobilized his strength to try to stop Ye Qingnian from dissipating. However, it was already too late, and Ye Qingnian's body completely disappeared into the air, leaving only a faint light flickering in the air.

Ye Qingnian didn't answer, his eyes were full of remorse and despair. He knew that he had come to the end of his life, and no matter what he said, he could not undo his crime.

Mu Yu looked at him and didn't say anything more. He knew that for a sinner like Ye Qingnian, any words were superfluous. He raised his hand to gather the last of his strength and prepare to end the fight.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful force burst from the Hell Monarch. He turned his head to see that the Helllord had broken free from the Hell, and was rushing towards them.

At that moment, Mu Yu's heart seemed to be tightly held by a cold hand, and he felt a strong vibration coming from the ground, as if the whole world was trembling. He turned his head to look, and saw a black shadow break free from the abyss of hell, like a raging beast, rushing madly towards them. It was the Helllord, his breath burning like flames, his eyes full of contempt for the world and a desire for battle.

His figure stood tall in the wind, as if it were a majestic mountain, standing between heaven and earth. His eyes flashed with determination, which was the persistence of faith and the assumption of responsibility. He did not flinch or fear, for he knew that he had a responsibility to protect the world.

Mu Yu took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale the power of the entire world into his body. He felt the tension and crisis in the air, and he also felt the blood and passion in his heart. He clenched the weapon in his hand, a symbol of his faith and a source of his strength.

With an earth-shattering roar, Mu Yu condensed the strength of his whole body, like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark sky. His figure sped through the air, leaving a dazzling trail in its wake. Like a fierce tiger descending from a mountain, he rushed unstoppably towards the enemy.

The battle broke out again, and the fierce clash, roars, and shouts intertwined into a magnificent symphony. Mu Yu wielded his weapon, and every swing carried a thunderous momentum, making the enemy tremble. His figure shuttled like the wind on the battlefield, agile and swift, and every appearance brought a burst of bloody rain.

However, the battle did not end so easily. Although the enemy was intimidated by Mu Yu's momentum, they still resisted stubbornly. They wielded their blades and let out a roar of rage in an attempt to defeat Mu Yu. But Mu Yu did not flinch, he waved his weapon firmly and started a life-and-death struggle with the enemy.

Although the powerful aura exuded by Mu Yu made the enemies fearful, they did not give up resistance easily. These tenacious warriors wielded heavy blades and let out an earth-shattering roar as they attempted to defeat Mu Yu with a ferocious onslaught.

However, Mu Yu did not back down because of this. He clenched his weapon, his eyes flashing with determination, and engaged in a thrilling life-and-death struggle with his enemies. His every move is filled with strength and determination, as if to tell his enemies that he will never give up easily.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. The entire battlefield was only left with the confrontation between Mu Yu and the enemy, their figures staggered through the air, and each collision burst out with dazzling sparks. Their forces collided with each other, as if setting off waves of violent winds and waves, making the entire battlefield tremble.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, and each of Mu Yu's attacks made the enemy feel the threat of life and death. But the enemy is not powerless, and their counterattack is equally fierce and ruthless, trying to find Mu Yu's flaws.

In this fierce battle, Mu Yu showed his amazing fighting skills and indomitable will. He constantly adjusts his tactics and tactics, trying to find the enemy's weak spots. And the enemy is constantly adapting and counterattacking, trying to break Muyu's defense.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the entire battlefield was only left with the confrontation between Mu Yu and the enemy. Their figures staggered through the air, each collision bursting with dazzling sparks. Their forces collided with each other as if they were about to turn the whole world upside down.

In this life-and-death struggle, Mu Yu constantly challenged his limits. He felt the surge of power in his body, as if there was an endless amount of energy supporting him. He wielded his weapon constantly, each attack becoming more aggressive and deadly.