Guo Yun: Plays Ye Shunguang, teammate Ye Shiyuan

"This sword is drawn! Heaven and earth will guide it, sweeping away all evil!!!"

A clear and melodious sound, seemingly descending from the heavens, carrying an unyielding sword intent that had lasted for millennia, struck straight into the hearts of everyone present.

This scene not only shocked the members of the Dragon Kingdom team on site, but also caused the Dragon Kingdom's studio and live broadcast room in the real world to explode completely after a brief silence.

The live stream chat was practically flooding the screen at that moment:

"Holy crap!!!"

"A myriad swords return to their origin! This is the true return of a myriad swords to their origin!!"

"Sword cultivator! Immortal! I wish to call Xiao Guang a god!"

"You were just getting beaten down, and then you became a god with a single sword strike, huh?!"

"The Azure Sea Sword... just what level of divine weapon is this?!"

"Even SSS+ couldn't stop this! Who could withstand this?!"

"Ye Shunguang is so handsome I'm speechless!!"

As the comments scrolled wildly, in the real world, Bingbing covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide open, and she even forgot to breathe.

General Zhao Weiguo stood at the front of the studio, his previously tense shoulders slightly relaxing, but his sharp eyes remained fixed on the screen, showing no sign of relaxation. Professor Li Jianming adjusted his glasses, his eyes filled with shock and amazement.

"Is this... the power of the Azure Nether Sword fully unleashed...?"

"This exceeds all known combat strength ratings..."

The entire studio was so quiet that only the heavy breathing of the audience could be heard…

On the battlefield.

The thousands of flying swords hovering around her emitted a unified, clear sound at that moment.

hum-

With a slight tremor, the entire dim space seemed to be illuminated by this sword intent. The originally oppressive and suffocating foul aura, in the face of this awe-inspiring and inviolable sword energy, was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, frantically retreating, evaporating, and annihilating.

Standing atop her flying sword, her white hair fluttering in the wind, with a faint glimmer of spiritual light on her forehead, she is the true Master of the Azure Sea Sword, a sword immortal who wields ten thousand swords and suppresses all evil.

Ye Shunguang's eyes were indifferent as he held the Qingming Sword in his right hand and gently pressed it down.

The next moment—

A rain of swords poured down.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!!

Thousands upon thousands of bluish-white sword lights, like an inverted Milky Way, crashed down from mid-air.

Each flying sword possessed a sharpness capable of tearing through space, each trajectory dazzlingly clear, densely packed and overwhelming, completely enveloping the area where the Nightmare Demon resided, leaving not a single gap. The shrill whistling of the sword light tearing through the air merged into one, so piercing that it caused eardrum pain, and even the soul trembled slightly amidst this continuous sword cry.

When ten thousand swords descend upon the world, heaven and earth lose their color.

The moment the myriad swords collided with the barrier of filth, there was no earth-shattering explosion, only a suffocating sound of annihilation.

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The black and red barrier of foul energy was easily torn apart like paper the moment the first wave of sword rain fell.

The flying sword did not stop at all, crashing to the ground like a storm.

The black rocks, as hard as iron, were no different from mud and sand in front of these flying swords.

Each flying sword that fell created a deep crater in the ground, sending debris flying, foul air dissipating, and space slightly distorting. Thousands upon thousands of flying swords fell simultaneously; their power could not be described as a simple physical attack. It was a cataclysmic force capable of completely reshaping an entire area.

The black and red foul breath clashed, neutralized, and annihilated with the blue and white sword light.

Blinding bursts of light and mist exploded in mid-air, intertwining black and red with blue and white, forming a chaotic and terrifying energy turbulence.

The light was so intense that everyone present instinctively closed their eyes, turned their heads away, and dared not look directly at it.

In the blink of an eye, everything within a 30-meter diameter was completely swallowed up by this grayish-yellow dust cloud mixed with faint light.

All vision was lost.

The sounds around me became strange.

The thunderous roar of ten thousand swords hitting the ground lasted for a full three seconds, but the sound seemed to come from behind a bottomless curtain of water, muffled and distant, as if it were not happening in front of us, but from another world.

Three seconds later.

A sudden silence.

Dead silence.

Even the sounds of the wind, breathing, and heartbeats seemed to have been completely drained by this attack.

The entire space fell into an eerie silence, a silence so profound it sent chills down one's spine, as if time itself had stopped flowing at that moment.

Another brief moment passed.

Shh-shh-shh—!

The extremely subtle sounds slowly began to rise.

Those dust particles that were lifted into the air finally fell back to the ground under the force of gravity.

Like the continuous sound of water dripping from the eaves after a torrential rain, but a hundred or a thousand times more intense, falling on the rubble and sword marks, bringing a desolate feeling of surviving a catastrophe.

The aftershocks of energy gradually subsided, and the blinding light slowly faded.

Chen Jianjun was the first to force his eyes open.

Dust mixed with the remnants of filth and the lingering force of sword energy rushed into his eyes, instantly causing them to redden and tears to well up uncontrollably. His vision blurred, but he didn't bother to wipe them away or care about the stinging pain in his eyes.

He braced himself with one hand on the ground, suddenly squatted up, and gripped the silver-white laser gun tightly with the other hand. The muzzle was steadily aimed at the center of the thickest dust and fog, and his fingertips were instinctively on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

"Cough cough...cough..."

Zhou Liming was bent over, coughing violently, and covered his mouth and nose tightly with his arm to prevent the fine dust from entering his respiratory tract. He squinted awkwardly, trying to see the center of the battlefield through his fingers and the dust.

The dust is settling slowly at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Like a slow-motion scene, a terrifying sandstorm finally subsided.

The originally dark and oppressive space, after being baptized by ten thousand swords, became slightly brighter. Light from somewhere outside penetrated the layers of dust and gently fell on the ground.

Only at this moment did everyone truly see things clearly.

The area beneath their feet, where a fierce battle had just taken place, was originally just a plaza resembling a mining area.

And in the very center of the square.

A nearly perfectly regular circular crater, more than fifteen meters in diameter, suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

The pit walls were smooth and steep, as if they had been carefully cut by a divine weapon.

The bottom of the pit was covered with sword marks of varying depths, crisscrossing like a spider web, each several inches deep, deeply imprinted on the hard rock.

That was the most direct evidence left after ten thousand swords pierced through it.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to the very center of the pit.

Then, they saw the figure.

Nightmare Demon Ye Shiyuan.

But at this moment, he no longer possessed the arrogant and wicked demeanor he had just displayed.

His black robe, stained with blood and filth, had been torn to shreds by the sword energy, revealing his body covered in shallow marks.

The surging black and red foul energy around him was almost completely purified, leaving only a few faint wisps of energy, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The most obvious one is—

His long hair, which was originally jet black and stained with foul air, was now visibly fading to a gentle brown.

"He...he...he's cleared his name?"

Seeing this scene, Zhou Liming was at a loss for what to do. After searching his mind for words, he chose one that was inappropriate but most in line with reality.

Chen Jianjun's hand holding the gun slowly loosened.

The danger... is over?

It should be temporarily lifted.

The live stream chat exploded once again:

"What?!"

"His hair color has returned to normal! Did the purification succeed? That's amazing! I thought he was going to ruthlessly kill his closest relatives next..."

"@Are you taking leave to skip your last class at Xiang Er Amusement Park? Who turned you into this?! Don't think about those things!"

"Too powerful... the Azure Sea Sword is terrifying!"

"So, my brother is back to normal now? He's not being controlled anymore?"

"They should be alright for now... but what about Hikaru?!"

"Look at Ye Shunguang!! Something's wrong with her!!"

This comment, like a thunderclap, instantly awakened everyone.

Whether it was the team members on site or the viewers in front of the screen, their eyes almost simultaneously shot up and looked upwards after confirming that Ye Shiyuan had lost his fighting ability.

Beyond the settling dust, beyond the scattered fragments of flying swords.

They saw that swaying figure.

Ye Shunguang.

She still had her back to everyone, facing Ye Shiyuan at the bottom of the pit, her posture still as upright as a sword.

In his right hand, he still gripped the Azure Sea Sword tightly, its tip pointing diagonally towards the ground, the lingering spiritual light on the blade not yet completely dissipated.

but--

Her body was swaying slightly, uncontrollably.

Like a reed about to break in a storm.

It's like a lamp whose oil has run out and is about to go out at any moment.

……

A near-tearful roar was echoing in my brain.

This was the first time she had truly and completely unleashed the power of the Azure Sea Sword.

There was no reservation, no hesitation, and no deliberate suppression or defense.

Its power is earth-shattering.

The cost, too, was unbearably heavy.

"Well……"

A muffled groan, suppressed to the extreme, squeezed out from deep within her throat.

That stunning, breathtakingly long, snow-white hair was being visibly dyed back to its original dark brown, starting from the roots.

The white hair faded inch by inch, while the brown hair spread inch by inch.

A headache even more intense than the one he had just experienced during his fierce battle with Ye Shiyuan suddenly struck without warning.

It felt as if someone had plunged a red-hot iron rod into her temple and was violently and frantically stirring it inside her skull. Fragmented images, chaotic sounds, and incomprehensible fragments of memory surged through her mind like a flood bursting its banks.

Memories she had never truly experienced, yet which were etched deep within her soul, flooded in wildly.

Consciousness is like a lone boat on a raging sea, tossed about, and could be swallowed up at any moment.

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"I feel so dizzy..."

Ye Shunguang murmured to himself.

She tried to raise her left hand to press against her throbbing forehead, but her arm felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead, so heavy it didn't belong to her. She could only lift it halfway before she had no strength left and it fell limply to her side.

My vision began to be filled with black spots.

Starting from the very edge, it spreads little by little towards the center, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, quickly swallowing up all light.

The sounds in my ears became increasingly blurry and distant, as if I had sunk to the bottom of icy water, listening to indistinct shouts from the shore through thick currents.

Control over the body is gradually slipping away.

Am I going to die again...?

……

"Ye Shunguang!"

A low, urgent yet steady shout, like a thunderclap, resounded across the square, piercing through the still-lingering dust and mist, and breaking the eerie, suffocating silence that followed the end of the battle.

Ye Jianguo noticed Ye Shunguang's unusual behavior immediately.

Throughout his decades-long military career, rising from a rank-and-file soldier to a team leader, he has witnessed too many comrades exhausted after extreme combat—it's an intuition ingrained in his very bones.

The seemingly still upright figure of the girl before me, the uncontrollable slight swaying, the dissipated aura, the trembling wrist even as she gripped the sword—all pointed to the same truth:

She was on the verge of both mental and physical collapse, and the next second, she would fall heavily to the ground without any warning.

Ye Shunguang was still suspended in mid-air, his feet resting on the lingering afterimages of the flying swords, more than two meters above the ground. Below him was a hard rocky ground, cratered and riddled with sharp pebbles and deep sword marks by the myriad swords. If he were to crash straight down, even if he didn't die, severe internal injuries, bone fractures, or even head injuries would be inevitable.

Ye Jianguo's sense of vigilance remained taut. Ye Shiyuan's fate at the bottom of the pit was unknown, and the surrounding space still contained the chaotic ether from the collision of foul air and sword energy, as well as spatial rifts that could appear everywhere in the void. Any negligence could lead to annihilation.

But at this moment, all his concerns, all his tactical considerations, and all his vigilance against danger were completely crushed by an even stronger thought.

Protect your comrades!

Without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

Ye Jianguo abruptly shook off all his mental constraints, stomped hard on the hard black rock with his right foot, the sole of his combat boots scraping against the rough ground with a screeching sound, and instantly unleashed a burst of power far beyond that of ordinary people. Like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, he was agile and swift, rushing straight toward Ye Shunguang, who was teetering in mid-air.

Each step he took was steady and powerful, his muscles taut, all his strength concentrated in his legs. The scars left by years of training were faintly visible under his sleeves; they were the medals of a veteran, and the confidence he had before saving lives at this moment.

And at the very same second that he charged out.

Ye Shunguang's last support collapsed completely.

Her right fingertips could no longer grip the Azure Sea Sword that had accompanied her in slaying all her powerful enemies. The blade, carrying a trace of lingering, chilling spiritual light, slipped from her limp fingertips, tracing a short, bluish-white arc in the air before piercing the ground at her feet with a sharp "clang."

Having lost the power of the Azure Sea Sword, the sword intent driven by his soul, and the last bit of his strength, Ye Shunguang instantly went limp.

She was like a skinned body from which all bones and strength had been instantly ripped away. Without any struggle or attempt to save herself, she fell straight down backward, completely defenseless.

The feeling of weightlessness, like an icy tide, instantly enveloped her entire body.

The last glimmer of light before her eyes was completely swallowed by darkness, all sounds around her became distant and indistinct, and all that remained in her mind was a tearing pain and boundless exhaustion. She didn't even have time to utter a soft groan before her consciousness sank completely into the depths of darkness.

A hair's breadth, a matter of life and death.

Just as Ye Shunguang's body was about to crash into the rubble-strewn ground, Ye Jianguo rushed over.

With his precise judgment honed through years of combat experience, he made a precise entry from the side without the slightest deviation. His right arm suddenly stretched out, steadily passing under Ye Shunguang's armpit, firmly embracing her upper body. At the same time, his left hand exerted force, steadily supporting her knees, catching the girl in his arms with a standard and neat princess carry.

The impact of the fall was so strong that even if he caught the person, he could not completely counteract the force.

Ye Jianguo clenched his teeth, forcefully twisted his waist, tensed his back muscles, and silently recited a phrase in his mind—

"Let's give it our all!"

He used his own body as the softest yet most solid cushion.

"Thump—"

A dull, heavy thud rang out.

The two fell heavily to the ground together. Just before hitting the ground, Ye Jianguo used the last bit of strength in his body to twist his posture, so that his back would slam hard onto the ground covered with sharp stones and sword marks.

The pebbles dug into his flesh, and a dull pain swept through his body like an electric current. His spine seemed to make a soft cracking sound as if it couldn't bear the weight, but he stubbornly withstood all the impact, ensuring that Ye Shunguang in his arms was not bumped or bruised in the slightest.

Ye Shunguang lay peacefully in his arms, completely unharmed.

The sound of the two landing kicked up a small cloud of dust mixed with rock powder and sword energy fragments, which slowly drifted in the air and shimmered in the dim light.

"Well……"

Ye Jianguo couldn't help but groan. The sharp pain in his back made his face turn pale instantly, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down his strong jawline.

His back must have been bruised and bloodied from the rubble, and the fabric of his combat uniform was torn and bleeding.

However, for this injury to save my comrade's life, it's totally worth it.

He disregarded his injuries, the pain in his body, and even the potential dangers around him.

With swift effort, he carefully and gently laid Ye Shunguang flat on the relatively level ground, his movements as slow as if he were protecting a rare treasure, afraid that even the slightest force would hurt the girl who had just sheltered them from the storm.

Immediately, he knelt down on one knee, extended his slightly trembling right hand, and gently placed it on Ye Shunguang's carotid artery.

A faint but steady pulse beats through my fingertips, one beat after another, regular and clear.

He bent down again and carefully observed Ye Shunguang's breathing. The girl's chest rose and fell gently, her breathing was soft and steady, without any disorder or signs of suffocation.

All the test results pointed to the same conclusion.

However... he is in a deep coma.

It is the body's instinctive self-protection after forcibly pushing beyond its own limits and exhausting both its spirit and physical strength.

"He's just exhausted and unconscious... but his life isn't in danger."

"Ouch...!"

Ye Jianguo let out a long sigh of relief. The heart that had been hanging in his throat and had been taut ever since he entered the cave finally settled back into place.

His tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and the wariness in his eyes faded, replaced by an undisguised exhaustion and a deep sense of lingering fear.

He raised his head and gazed silently at Ye Shunguang's pale face.

Just seconds ago, this young girl stood atop a flying sword, her white hair billowing in the wind, wielding countless swords. One sword strike could make the heavens and earth lose their color, another could sweep away all filth and evil spirits. It was a heroic figure that could shock the entire Dragon Kingdom and even the whole world. It was a true sword descending to the heavens, looking down on all heroes.

But in the blink of an eye, she lost all her sharpness and lay quietly on the ground. Her long eyelashes drooped like butterfly wings, her face was so pale that it was almost transparent from exhaustion, and her lips were bloodless. She looked so fragile that it hurt one's heart.

Ye Jianguo's eyes were extremely complicated.

I admire this young girl for being able to unleash such terrifying power in dire circumstances, and for being willing to overdraw her own strength for her teammates and mission, suppressing the SS+ level Nightmare Demon with a single sword strike.

It's heartbreaking that she, still just a child, has to shoulder such a heavy responsibility, fight with all her might on the battlefield of life and death, and endure such pain.

I'm glad I reacted quickly enough and caught her in time, preventing her from suffering unnecessary pain after the victory.

There was also a strong sense of self-reproach and lingering fear, as a soldier of the people and a squad leader, for almost failing to protect his comrades.

If he were just one second slower.

If his movement deviates even by one point.

If he hadn't caught her.

Ye Shunguang fell straight down from a height of more than two meters onto the hard ground full of gravel, with unimaginable consequences. At best, he would suffer internal injuries and be bedridden; at worst, he would suffer broken bones and muscles, and might even be left with sequelae that could never be cured.

Before arriving at the forbidden area of ​​national destiny, he was the captain and the backbone of the team. Protecting the safety of every team member was his inescapable responsibility.

The terrifying moment he just experienced still sends chills down his spine, and cold sweat soaks through his inner clothes.

The dust on the plaza was still slowly settling, and the faint light from outside pierced through the dust, casting a soft halo over Ye Shunguang's serene face. Countless fragments of flying swords were scattered around, and the bottom of the pit was covered with countless sword marks, all silently telling the story of the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, the stench of lingering filth, and the lingering chilling sword intent of the Azure Sea Sword. These three scents intertwined to create the unique atmosphere that followed this deadly battle.

Just as Ye Jianguo stood by Ye Shunguang's side, his heart churning with emotion.

A faint, rapid cough broke the brief silence, coming intermittently from the other side of the square.

"Cough cough...cough..."

The voice was extremely weak, hoarse and painful from serious injuries; it belonged to Tachibana Fukufu, who had been critically injured and on the verge of death while blocking a crocodile's devastating attack.

Ju Fufu, who had been unconscious in Pan Yinhu's arms, finally slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she blinked in confusion, her gaze unable to focus for a long time. The whole world appeared blurry and distorted in her eyes.

A series of tearing pains shot through her chest; each breath felt like countless tiny needles piercing her lungs, causing her to cough again.

Several mouthfuls of thick blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto Pan Yinhu's sleeve, spreading into glaring blackish-red flowers. Her chest heaved violently, and her already pale face was flushed with a sickly red from coughing and excruciating pain, making her look exceptionally weak.

With a bewildered gaze, he slowly looked around. The first thing he saw was Pan Yinhu's face, which was filled with extreme worry and was almost in tears.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, his face was covered in dust and blood, his once neat clothes were now torn, and his wounds were still bleeding, but he held her carefully, not daring to move her at all. The heartache and fear in his eyes were almost overflowing.

The familiar face, the familiar temperature, the familiar worry—all instantly stirred Ju Fufu's chaotic soul.

Fragmented memories, like broken puzzle pieces, are rapidly being pieced together and reassembled in her mind.

Ju Fufu's eyes widened suddenly, her previously confused gaze instantly replaced by urgency and panic. She struggled to get up, but as soon as she moved, a sharp pain in her chest surged like a tidal wave, causing her to gasp and fall heavily back into Pan Yinhu's arms.

"Cough cough cough... Am I... still alive?"

Her voice was extremely weak, barely a whisper, each word spoken with immense difficulty, yet carrying an undeniable disbelief.

She still remembers the force that almost crushed her when she blocked the attack, the whistling wind in her ears as she was sent flying backward, and Pan Yinhu's heart-wrenching screams before she lost consciousness.

She thought she was really going to die here this time, and that Tiger Xiren would be one less.

"Is the battle...is it over?!"

Without thinking, she instinctively asked the question, her tone filled with urgency. She ignored the excruciating pain in her body and the tearing of her wounds; she only wanted to know the final result.

Did they win?

Is Ye Shunguang alright?

Are they all still alive?

Pan Yinhu quickly steadied her struggling body, gently supporting her back with both hands, his movements so gentle he dared not exert any force. His voice trembled with tears as he softly comforted her, "Senior Sister, don't move, please don't move. You're badly injured, your whole body is covered in internal injuries. Even the slightest movement will worsen your condition..."

"The battle is over, really over. We're safe for now. Everyone is alive."

He repeated each word carefully, afraid that Ju Fufu wouldn't hear him clearly, afraid that she might hurt herself again because of her excitement.

"We're safe now..."

Ju Fufu murmured these three words repeatedly, and her heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, finally relaxed a little.

As the tense nerves relaxed, the excruciating pain in the body became even clearer... and then, with the relaxed nerves, something inexplicably came to mind...

The next second, her expression changed drastically, and her already pale face instantly lost all color.

Ye Shunguang! After winning, did Ye Shunguang use the Azure Nether Sword?! Did he suffer a backlash?!

"Xiao Guang?! Where's Ye Shunguang?!"

Her voice suddenly rose, filled with heart-wrenching panic. Ignoring Pan Yinhu's attempts to stop her and the excruciating pain coursing through her body, she strained to break free from his support and rush to find Ye Shunguang.

Seeing this, Pan Yinhu knew that there was no use in stopping her, so he could only go along with her wishes, carefully supporting her arm so that she could lean on him, and slowly and laboriously walking towards Ye Shunguang's direction.

Every step Ju Fufu took was incredibly difficult. Her legs were weak, her chest was in excruciating pain, and she had to gasp for breath after each step. Blood continued to seep from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remained fixed on the front, never looking away for a moment.

At the same time, Chen Jianjun and Zhou Liming also quickly noticed the commotion. They exchanged a glance, immediately put away their weapons, and hurried over.

Chen Jianjun's condition was equally bad.

His right arm still hung down unnaturally. He had already been seriously injured when he fought the crocodile to save Ye Shunguang. In the fierce battle just now, he had exerted force many times, which aggravated his injury. His arm was swollen and painful, and he had lost all feeling in his right arm.

His face was covered in dust and blood, his combat uniform was tattered, and his body was covered in small wounds. His eyes still showed the tension and exhaustion after the battle, but when he looked at Ye Shunguang, his gaze was full of worry.

Zhou Liming was still shaken.

As a non-combatant member of the team, he teetered on the brink of death the entire time, being targeted by crocodiles several times and nearly losing his life in their jaws. If it weren't for Ye Shunguang and his teammates risking their lives to protect him, he would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his hands trembled slightly, his body was covered in dust and bloodstains, and he was still tightly holding the laser gun that had made great contributions. His eyes were full of fear and admiration as he looked at the unconscious Ye Shunguang with gratitude.

Within seconds, everyone in the Dragon Kingdom team, along with Yun Kuishan and his companion, surrounded Ye Shunguang.

"It's alright, she just collapsed from exhaustion..."

Seeing that everyone had gathered around, their faces filled with worry and panic, Ye Jianguo was afraid that they would do something impulsive due to their excitement, so he quickly spoke again, explaining in a calm tone.

He told everyone the results of his examination, word by word, in an attempt to calm them down.

"His pulse and breathing are stable, and he is not in any danger. It's just that he forcibly activated the power of the Azure Sea Sword, which severely depleted his mental and physical strength. His body couldn't hold on, so he fell into a deep coma. He will wake up after resting for a while."

Even though he spoke with great certainty, the effect was minimal and could not alleviate the people's worries about Ye Shunguang at all.

"Is she really just unconscious? Her face is so pale, could she have internal injuries?" Chen Jianjun frowned, staring at Ye Shunguang's pale face, and asked in a serious tone.

"I just used such strong power. The price of using such power in novels must be very serious. What if... what if I don't wake up?" Zhou Liming's voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were red.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault for being too weak. If I were stronger, I could have helped Xiaoguang, and she wouldn't have had to fight to this extent..." Ju Fufu leaned against Pan Yinhu, and finally couldn't hold back her tears, which fell onto Ye Shunguang's hand, hot and warm.

"Senior Sister, it's not your fault. You've already helped so much; you saved us all..." Pan Yinhu quickly wiped away Ju Fufu's tears, but her own tears also fell. "Oh dear, this is really..."

The crowd discussed amongst themselves, their voices filled with worry, self-blame, and heartache.

Some suggested leaving the void immediately and returning to a safe area outside to find professional medical personnel to treat Ye Shunguang and Ju Fufu; others said that the space was unstable at present, and moving the unconscious Ye Shunguang rashly might aggravate her injuries, so they suggested that she receive simple treatment on the spot and stabilize her injuries before evacuating.

The two opinions were deadlocked, and everyone was anxious but clueless. They could only stand around Ye Shunguang, at a loss for what to do.

Meanwhile, in the real world of China, the studios and live broadcast rooms were already in an uproar.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments, so dense they almost submerged the entire screen.

"Uncle Jianguo is so cool! I burst into tears when he leaped to catch someone! This is the camaraderie of our Dragon Nation!"

"Holy crap...they're all badly injured, it's heartbreaking to see! Where's that Opoles squad? Help them!"

"Should we evacuate or not? It's too dangerous in the cave now. What if there are more monsters?"

"Xiao Guang absolutely cannot be harmed! She is the hope of our Dragon Kingdom!"

"Hahaha! Everyone's injured! You're all doomed!"

"@go smiley face??? Click to enter text, where did this overseas IP come from? No, the Pacific Ocean?"

"Damn it, isn't this disgusting? Believe me or not, we'll wipe out your contestants... uh, no, your entire country... Six, I'm out of ideas..."

"The truth of the world: That's not actually the case. It may look like his IP is in the Pacific, but he's actually in South Korea."

"I'm number one at cursing: What else is there to say, baby? I've already booked the tickets. I just fell head over heels for someone and now another one is waiting for me to love."

"I'm waiting! Dare not come snipe me from mid-door?"

"Click to enter text, this person is truly amazing!"

"Damn it, stop paying attention to this (elegant traditional Chinese language)! Ye Shiyuan is still in the pit! Stop worrying about Xiao Guang and cursing others, be careful at the bottom of the pit!"

"While you're absolutely right, why is it you again, @TheCrowIsActuallyTheSevenColoredBird?! Can't you keep things to yourself?! I'm really afraid he'll turn evil again soon!"

As if to confirm this statement, a very slight sound slowly emanated from the huge sword pit in the center of the square.

"Rusting..."

It was the sound of gravel being trampled, faint yet clearly audible to everyone.

The crowd, who had been discussing animatedly, fell silent instantly; all sound ceased abruptly.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Everyone froze in place, their faces turning deathly pale, and the worry in their eyes instantly replaced by extreme vigilance and fear.

Bottom of the pit!

The sound came from the bottom of the pit!

Ye Shiyuan!

He can still move?!

Chen Jianjun reacted with lightning speed, without the slightest hesitation, instantly entering combat mode.

His injured right arm was completely immobile, so he rested the laser gun on his movable left hand, raised the gun with one hand, aimed the muzzle steadily at the movement at the bottom of the pit, his finger tightly on the trigger, his eyes were cold and sharp, and his whole body muscles were tense. As long as there was any dangerous movement at the bottom of the pit, he would pull the trigger without hesitation.

Zhou Liming instantly hid behind Ye Jianguo, who immediately shielded the unconscious Ye Shunguang behind him, stood up, his eyes fixed on the bottom of the pit like a hawk, fully alert, and stood in front of all his teammates.

Ju Fufu wiped away her tears instantly, leaned against Pan Yinhu, gripped the Vajra Tiger Claw in her hand, and despite her weakness, she still assumed a fighting stance.

Pan Yinhu protected Ju Fufu, his eyes warily fixed on the bottom of the pit, ready to fight at any moment.

The entire square was instantly enveloped in a deathly silence and tense atmosphere. The air seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding, staring intently at the huge sword crater.

next second.

A weak and confused voice slowly came from the bottom of the pit, carrying the chaos and bewilderment of someone just awakened.

"Uh...where am I?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure slowly rose from the sword wound at the bottom of the pit, supporting himself on the ground.

It was Ye Shiyuan.

His movements were incredibly slow, his whole body ached, and every movement felt like his bones were falling apart. He struggled to support himself against the rocks at the bottom of the pit and slowly straightened up.

Her once jet-black hair, stained with foul air, had completely faded to a gentle brown, lying messily on her forehead and partially obscuring her eyebrows and eyes.

His black robes were tattered and covered with sword marks left by thousands of swords, but there were no fatal wounds. Only a faint residual power of sword energy remained around him.

Those once empty, cold, and foul-smelling gray-red-purple pupils had long since returned to their normal dark brown, carrying the confusion and chaos of newly awakened souls.

He raised his head, his eyes blankly scanning his surroundings. He looked at the sword marks scattered on the ground, the stray flying swords, and the Dragon Kingdom squad standing guard around the pit, his face full of confusion.

"Who are you...?"

Then came Pan Yinhu and the seriously injured Ju Fufu. The moment I saw them, I was about to ask what had happened.

Then, a casual glance caught sight of... Ye Shunguang, whom they were protecting?!

"!!!younger sister?!!"