Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

In the Sword Demon City's Life and Death Arena, life and death must be decided. This is an iron rule, unquestionable and unbreakable. In this majestic city where the sword is revered and the power of force is fiercely respected, the Life and Death Arena is like a cold and merciless judgment seat, symbolizing the world's most cruel and decisive peak confrontation. Once someone steps into this arena, they completely disregard life and death, entrusting their fate to the ruthless sword and the unknown battle.

When the fierce battle between the two demon saints came to a close like a raging storm, Yingsha, kneeling on one knee, bloodied, gasped for air. His chest heaved violently, each breath a heavy breath of agony. Yet, a blazing fire of unyielding determination still burned in his eyes, a flame so intense and unwavering that it seemed to consume all obstacles. However, the despair that could hardly be concealed, like a shadow, shrouded the depths of his eyes, leaving one worried about his fate.

Despite being gravely wounded, the wounds on his body were like hideous gashes, blood oozing out continuously. Yet, he wore the smug, arrogant grin of a victor. That smile was filled with contempt for his opponent and a fervent pursuit of victory, as if the entire world was beneath his feet.

"Hmph, Yingsha, you were defeated by my sword after all." An Yan's voice was hoarse and tired, as if he had gone through a long roar and struggle, but the pride and ruthlessness in it were like a sharp blade, revealed without any concealment.

Yingsha gritted his teeth, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. The blood flowed like a red thread, a shocking sight. His voice was weak but revealed an incomparable determination, as if he was vowing from the depths of his soul: "You are just lucky. If there is an afterlife, I will not lose."

An Yan sneered, his laughter echoing in the silent air, carrying an endless chill. He raised the blood-stained greatsword once again. The sword was heavy and bloody, as if carrying countless bloodshed and resentment. He prepared to deal the final, fatal blow to Ying Sha, to send this stubborn opponent to hell.

However, just as he was about to swing his giant sword, he saw the corners of Yingsha's mouth slightly raised. That subtle arc seemed so strange and dangerous at this critical moment of life and death.

"Not good!" An Yan cried inwardly, instinctively sensing danger. With that, he soared into the air. A resounding "BOOM..." blasted like thunder in his ears. The ground beneath An Yan's feet instantly exploded, sending dirt and rocks flying. The powerful impact caused the entire surface to tremble violently.

An Yan was so frightened that his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat: "You despicable villain, you only have things that are not presentable?"

Yingsha stood up. Though his body was swaying, his eyes remained firm and cold. He sneered, "You're quick to dodge, worthy of the renowned Dark Flame." He continued his attack without hesitation, his fierce aura betraying no sign of near-death.

"You bastard, you're always playing tricks." An Yan was also completely enraged. He waved his giant sword and started to fight back. The two fought again, like two crazy beasts, fighting to the death.

The battle between the two intensified, like a raging storm sweeping across the sky. Sword energies crisscrossed, radiating light. Each sword energy was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, carrying deadly danger and boundless power. The entire life and death arena was enveloped by a suffocating wave of energy. The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by this terrifying force, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Yingsha's attacks grew increasingly ruthless, each one like a venomous snake escaping its lair, piercing Anyan's vital points. His form shifted and shifted like a ghost, making him difficult to grasp. Anyan, however, showed no sign of weakness. Drawing on his vast combat experience and immense strength, he repeatedly neutralized Yingsha's devastating attacks. His defense was as impenetrable as a fortress.

"Today, either you die or I die!" Yingsha roared, his voice as deafening as thunder. His aura became increasingly violent, as if he wanted to engulf the entire world in this endless rage.

An Yan snorted coldly, "With your petty tricks, you think you can take my life?" His eyes were full of disdain and ridicule, as if all of Ying Sha's efforts were child's play in his eyes.

Their swords clashed with a deafening roar, sparks flying like fireworks. Yingsha flashed, appearing behind Anyan like a ghost, and thrust out a fierce sword strike. The strike was lightning-fast, carrying a killing determination. Anyan reacted extremely quickly, narrowly dodging it by sidestepping, and then striking back with a backhand, the sword whistling and the momentum of a rainbow.

Blood flowed from the corners of Yingsha's mouth, staining his chin red. But he showed no sign of retreating, instead attacking with even greater frenzy. His reckless demeanor suggested a final, desperate struggle against fate. Anyan's inner rage was also stirred, and he no longer held back, unleashing his full might. Each of his strikes carried devastating force, as if to shatter Yingsha completely.

For a moment, the arena was so bright and dazzling that it was difficult to see their figures. All that could be heard was the fierce clash of swords and the roars of the two men, filled with anger and determination. The sound seemed to pierce the sky and shake the world.

Suddenly, amidst the fierce battle, Yingsha keenly spotted a subtle weakness in Anyan. Without hesitation, he thrust his sword forward with lightning speed. Anyan couldn't dodge, and the sword pierced his shoulder. The sharp blade instantly pierced through his flesh and bones, sending blood spurting out. Anyan roared, his voice filled with pain and rage. With a final burst of madness and desperation, he swung his sword with all his might, slashing at Yingsha's arm.

Both men were gravely wounded, their bodies stained red with blood, like demons emerging from a pool of blood. Yet, they gritted their teeth and persevered, refusing to give up. Their determined eyes seemed to tell each other that they would not give up until the very last moment.

"Die!" Yingsha roared, his voice filled with determination and coldness. He gathered the last of his strength and delivered a fatal blow. This blow seemed to condense all his life's strength and faith, carrying with it endless murderous intent.

An Yan also tried his best, preparing for this final showdown. His eyes no longer contained the previous smugness and disdain, only the desire to survive and the fear of death.

At this crucial moment, Yingsha's sword pierced Anyan's heart. In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and everything became silent. Anyan's eyes widened, filled with disbelief and resignation. His body slowly collapsed, like a collapsing mountain, heavy and hopeless.

Yingsha gasped, looking at the fallen Anyan, a smile of relief appeared on his face. That smile was filled with complex emotions, the joy of victory, the exhaustion of battle, and the confusion about the future.

At this moment, the entire Life and Death Arena was silent, and everyone was deeply shocked by this brutal life-and-death battle. They stared blankly at Yingsha on the arena, as if they had not yet recovered from the thrilling battle.

Yingsha stood in the center of the ring, his body stained red with blood, every inch of his skin seeming to bear witness to the brutality of the battle. He gasped for breath, his wheezing remarkably clear in the still air. His eyes held no trace of joy, only endless weariness and vicissitudes, as if he had endured a thousand years of hardship.

The audience was silent at first, as if they were speechless from the shock of the scene before them. Then, they burst into exclamations and discussions.

"I didn't expect that Yingsha actually defeated Anyan!" said a trembling voice, full of disbelief.

"This battle was too brutal," another voice echoed, its tone filled with awe and emotion.

Amid the discussions of the crowd, Yingsha slowly walked down the stage. His steps were heavy and staggering, and every step seemed so difficult.

"Pay one hundred thousand spirit stones." The guard of the arena stretched out his right hand, his tone cold and firm.

"Why? Didn't you pay a thousand spirit stones before entering the arena?" Yingsha was confused, not knowing what this sudden request meant.

"That's the registration fee, and the 100,000 is for repairing the arena. If you don't pay, do you want me to ask that damn guy for it?" The guard said slowly, without a trace of sympathy or concession on his face.

Yingsha had no choice but to pay the 100,000 spirit stones, even though he was filled with helplessness and anger. However, this was also a profit for him. After all, the value of a Blood Ghost Sword was far beyond the reach of spirit stones. This level of magic weapon could not be purchased with spirit stones.