The Princess to Eight Uncles Chapter 857

Chapter 857 He Could Never Forget Lilly

Pablo’s cold sweat was not a result of finding the densely packed “people” scary, but rather due to a realization about the Ghosts Abyss. During his time serving as the judge under the Ruler of Hell, he learned that the abyss could erode a person’s will, leading to a gradual loss of self. He had not even realized he was affected and had lost his way in the process.

“We’re gonna have to break out!” Pablo exclaimed as he gritted his teeth.

He could not afford to lose himself, especially with Lilly relying on him.

How could he get lost?

The thought of what might happen to Lilly if he failed sent a shiver down his spine.

Ensuring Lilly was secure, Pablo tightened his grip on her.

He whispered to Lilly, “Lilly, hang on tight! We’re gonna break out!”

In an instant, a dark light flashed, and Pablo found himself holding a long axe in his hand, ready to cut through the layers of strange fog.

The long axe, resembling an ancient weapon, possessed a robust and vigorous form, more akin to a large knife. With a decisive slash, he cleaved a path through the thick “human wall.” His eyes

exuded a cold determination as he forcefully created an opening.

As the violent wind roared in his ears once more, Pablo knew he had successfully broken through. He swiftly rushed out, carrying Lilly in his arms. However, as he emerged from the abyss, a haze suddenly clouded his vision, causing him to come to a stop.

The formless mist pervading the entire abyss is composed entirely of ghosts and woeful ghosts, yet lacks any discernible features such as a nose, eyes, or a complete face.

In front of him, the shadowy figure appears to have a face, possibly Ivan’s.

Pablo’s grip on the long axe abruptly halted as he saw Ivan’s face appear and his mouth opening to lunge towards him and Lilly. Pablo could not bring himself to kill Ivan outright.

He could only bend down and swiftly fly past, stirring up a cloud of ashes…

The fourth stage of “Smoke and Dust” unfolded.

Pablo’s silhouette burst through the ghostly barrier and vanished before the smoke and dust settled.

Within the mist, Ivan’s face remained silent, staring blankly at the distant figure…

He Could Never Forget Lilly

At this moment, Ivan lacked self-awareness.

Much like Pablo, upon landing, he made every effort to stay conscious, refusing to lose himself in the mist.

Even after enduring several impacts upon reaching the abyss floor, he maintained his vigilance, reminding himself to find a way back up.

But eventually, his body continued to wander into the abyss, searching for an escape route.

Unbeknownst to him, his soul departed from his body at some point, without his awareness.

Ivan’s soul, now detached and merged with the mist, was gradually consumed and swallowed, leaving behind only a solitary face.

He vaguely recalled having a crucial thought, but it eluded his memory.

Thus, he continued to roam in the abyss until he caught sight of Lilly, almost perceiving a faint glimmer.

That light triggered something within him, yet he struggled to remember.

He hastened toward it, only to find that the light had vanished.

Ivan continued his aimless wanderings, gradually forgetting his thoughts, until he encountered Lilly once again at the abyss’s depths.

This time, something whisked her away…

Lacking self-awareness, Ivan remained oblivious to Pablo’s presence.

To Ivan, Pablo appeared as a ghostly figure, a mere cloud of mist.

What he perceived was that his guiding light had been snatched away.

For a moment, Ivan felt numb, and amidst his struggle, he remembered that light, albeit unable to fully recollect it.

He chased after it, only to find himself endlessly searching without direction…

Pablo flitted and ran for a considerable time.

The surroundings remained unchanged, devoid of any distinguishing landmarks or notable features.

Initially, the haze appeared as a cohesive entity, but after prolonged exposure, it became indistinguishable from air.

He Could Never Forget Lilly

The sound of bones being trampled entered Pablo’s ears once again. He glanced down, peering through the dense smog, and noticed a few sets of footprints on the ground-

He realized he was going in circles again.

“Lilly…” Pablo’s voice lowered as he called out, his eyes cast downward.

Having caught a glimpse of Ivan, he likely knew what happened to him.

Worry gripped him as he pondered whether Lilly would suffer a similar fate, with her soul separated from her body… would she be reduced to a mere empty vessel, running without purpose?

Fortunately, upon careful examination, Pablo noticed Lilly’s soul remained intact.

He could not help but let out a wry smile and spoke helplessly, “Master here is half- exhausted, while you’re at ease… you slept soundly.”

Perhaps it’s for the best.

Even if she were awake, what could she help him with?

Pablo summoned his axe again, shattered the ghost barrier, and charged forward…

After a while, the same encounter repeated itself, unbeknownst to him.

Being trapped in a recurring predicament could lead even the strongest individuals to the brink of collapse.

Pablo possessed formidable willpower. After breaking through nine hundred ninety layers of ghostly barriers, he lost count of how many times he encountered them.

Fatigue started to set in, gradually pulling him into a state of incessant combat. Though his soul remained intact with his body, he succumbed to a different kind of disorientation.

Numbly, Pablo flew and ran, slashing his way with his long axe, and ran on, oblivious to his surroundings…

He had long forgotten that he cradled Lilly in his arms; the only thing he remembered was to never release his grip on his left hand-

He gripped Lilly tightly with his left arm.