SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

She tiptoed slightly, a sweet smile playing on her lips, her voice gentle:

"Lin Mu, I like you."

"Yes, I know."

Lin Mu responded earnestly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

But the next second, Lin Mu's pupils suddenly contracted!

"boom--"

Su Nianhe's soft, delicate body nestled into his arms.

Her voice was weak but carried a hint of coquettish gentleness: "Lin Mu, I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep."

"Don't worry too much about me, it's just a minor injury, I won't die."

Her voice grew softer and softer, her breathing weaker: "When I wake up, I want to see you the first thing I see, you know?"

"good."

After saying that, she closed her eyes completely and fainted in his arms.

"Su Nianhe! Wake up! Don't sleep!"

Lin Mu panicked instantly, his breathing became rapid as if he were suffocating, he held her tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with overwhelming anger and worry.

He gently shook her delicate body, but she showed no sign of waking up.

Only then did he realize that her wounds were several times more serious than before!

Countless gaping wounds were oozing blood, which was washed away by the rain and slammed onto the ground, staining the puddles red.

"Didn't you hear what she said?"

An Shuyao's cool voice rang out as she looked at Su Nianhe in Lin Mu's arms, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes:

"She's alright. Take good care of her. Leave the fleeing army of the kingdom to me."

"After all, you'll have to part ways sooner or later." She said this very softly, so softly that only she could hear it.

She then turned around and said without looking back, "Su Nianhe, I truly owe you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly flew off in the direction where the kingdom's army was fleeing!

Seeing her leave, Tieqiao looked at Lin Mu urgently and said:

"Brother... I'll handle those small fry, you take care of Red..."

"Take good care of your younger siblings!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a monstrous storm erupted within his body.

A giant shovel cut a dark shadow in the rain, chasing after An Shuyao!

Lin Mu's eyes welled up with tenderness and lingering fear.

He gazed at the faintly breathing body in his arms, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly:

"You're absolutely... incredibly stupid!"

He carefully held her tighter, his figure transforming into a streak as he swiftly darted through the torrential rain, the splashing water blurring the bloody battlefield behind him.

After a while.

A deep, resonant voice suddenly boomed across the central battlefield:

"The battle is over; now we must focus all our efforts on treating the wounded!"

The torrential rain had somehow turned into a fine drizzle, and the icy raindrops pelted everyone's tense faces.

No one cheered for victory; their eyes were filled only with overwhelming murderous intent towards the kingdom and the profound grief of losing their comrades.

This moment.

The leaders on all sides roared almost simultaneously:

"Do everything you can to save the wounded!"

Time flowed on in deathly silence.

Every now and then, a mournful cry would pierce the rain, the sound of someone collapsing upon seeing the remains of a close comrade.

On the battlefield where blood flowed like rivers.

The seriously injured man held the deceased's body tightly in his arms and walked slowly forward, two lines of clear tears mixed with rainwater sliding down from his reddened eyes.

The man with the missing arm frantically dug through the pile of corpses with his remaining arm, his fingers filled with mud and blood, but he still couldn't find the person he wanted to save.

The man with the broken leg had a resolute look in his eyes. He refused his comrades' help and crawled on his hands in the mud.

Those who are alive can hold on, but the dead brothers cannot be left here to freeze.

They want to bring all the bodies of their fallen comrades home!

The battlefield is located in the eastern direction.

Qiu Hu's body was already broken into pieces, his right arm hung limply at his sides, and blood was still seeping from the wound on his left shoulder.

He staggered through the mountain of corpses, letting out hoarse roars:

"Hey, Xiong Hei, give me a shout!"

His bloodied hands frantically ripped through the pile of corpses, each movement aggravating his wounds, and the sound of him coughing up blood echoed continuously.

"Black Bear, get out here already!"

"Didn't I tell you to wait before you die?"

"Where the hell have you been sleeping?!"

"Thump—"

His right foot tripped over something, and he fell heavily to the ground, his face covered in mud.

He grumbled as he struggled to his feet, his gaze falling upon the bleeding body on the ground.

My mind went completely blank with a "boom".

After a moment of stunned silence, he lunged forward like a madman, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot, his heart-wrenching cries making even the raindrops tremble:

"Black Bear—!"

He gently lifted Xiong Hei's cold body, tears mingling with the blood on his face as they streamed down his cheeks, his voice choked with sobs:

"I already told you to wait and see how things went before you died, why did you still secretly die on your own?"

Why don't you listen to your brothers?

"We promised each other we'd enjoy life to the fullest in the future, so why did you leave us so soon?"

"Whoosh—"

A graceful figure with pale green tail feathers suddenly landed.

Yu Lan's pupils contracted sharply, and she almost instantly squatted down, her fingertips probing Xiong Hei's nostrils.

"Sister Lan..."

Qiu Hu's voice was choked with sobs, and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably:

"Black Bear is gone..."

The next second, Yu Lan suddenly hoisted Xiong Hei's body onto her back, her movements swift and decisive.

Qiu Hu was instantly dumbfounded, and grabbed her sleeve in a panic: "Sister Lan, what are you doing... can I look at him a few more times?"

Looking at his tear-streaked face, Yu Lan sighed helplessly: "Chou Hu, next time before you start wailing, can you at least check if the person is still breathing?"

"Even if the person isn't dead, your crying will make them die!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure, carrying Xiong Hei on her back, transformed into a streak of green light and disappeared into the night.

"what?"

Qiu Hu stood frozen in place, his mind blank for a few seconds, then his eyes reddened even more, and a sudden, excited sob broke out from his choked voice: "Holy crap!"

"Dude, you've wasted my feelings!"

"But it doesn't matter, as long as I'm alive, that's all that matters. I love you!"

He wiped his face and scrambled after him, leaving only his stumbling figure in the rain.

At the edge of another ruin.

Ning Mo leaned against the broken wall, his body covered in dark red scabs of blood.

The Wuji staff was stuck diagonally in the muddy water at his feet, and only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

Rain dripped from his hair into his eyes.

He didn't even have the strength to blink, and could only let his blood-blurred vision blur the pile of corpses in front of him.

Not far away.

Feng Xi lay slumped on the pile of corpses, his long whip already broken into several pieces and scattered around him.

Her wounds were so deep that the bone was visible. The rain washed over the exposed flesh, causing her fingertips to curl in pain, but she didn't even have the strength to get up.

She closed her eyes and murmured softly, "Is this battle... over?"

He then gave a self-deprecating twitch, the taste of blood mingling with the rainwater filling his throat: "We're so weak..."

"A mere bald monk at the seventh-tier high level slaughtered us without giving us a chance to fight back..."

She paused, her voice tinged with lingering fear:

"If the central battlefield hadn't drawn that bald monk away, I'm afraid we few..."

"Pat-pat-pat-"

Heavy footsteps echoed through the puddles.

Qinghe carried his half-crippled body to Ning Mo's side, his aura as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.