Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Liu Zhen stared at her for two seconds.

Her eyes were cold, but not the kind of coldness one would show to an enemy.

He had seen that look before—when Meng Zhaowen said, "Don't let me die in vain," and when he himself wept in front of photos of his wife and children. That coldness was a shell forged by despair, beneath which lay burning hatred and an unfulfilled obsession.

He glanced at Meng Zhaowen.

Meng Zhaowen nodded slightly, indicating that he trusted this woman.

Liu Zhen took a deep breath, relaxed his guard, and the electric arc at his fingertips was completely extinguished.

Xu Suyuan supported the two of them and walked towards the northeast corner of the ruins.

She didn't use Void Travel the whole time—continuous battles were quite taxing, and using Void Travel to pass through walls with two people wouldn't last long, so she wanted to conserve it.

The ruins underfoot were uneven, with rubble and twisted steel bars everywhere, and you could easily trip over them if you weren't careful.

She stood firmly on her feet, her stance was stable, and even with the weight of Liu Zhen and Meng Zhaowen pressing on her shoulders, her steps didn't falter at all; instead, she walked very steadily, each step landing on the most solid stones.

Wen Yan leaned against the old sofa by the window, holding a half-cup of lukewarm water between his fingertips.

My heart was beating steadily in my chest, a much better feeling than the weakness I felt when I first transmigrated, when I felt like it could stop at any moment.

This is the power fed back by Chen Guohua, Xu Suyuan, Han Xiao, Li Rui, Liu Zhen... one host after another burning their lives, the life force they snatched back from hell by stepping on the edge of a knife.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking deeper into the bonds of his soul.

Three burning points of light shone at the end of the sea of ​​consciousness, like three stars suspended in the night.

The leftmost point of pale blue light was the one that was flickering the most intensely; that was Liu Zhen.

He could "feel" the dull pain of the other person's left shoulder wound being torn apart, he could "hear" the tense jawline of the other person gritting his teeth and swallowing the pain back into his stomach, and he could touch the plastic film of the family photo in the other person's pocket, warmed by his body heat, with the edges worn and frayed.

The dim green light in the middle was already very faint, like a candle flickering in the wind, yet it stubbornly shone on.

It is Meng Zhaowen.

The other person's breathing was very light, and his consciousness was mostly in a daze. Only in the occasional moments of clarity would a faint sense of relief well up—the relief of avenging a great enemy, and a trace of concern for his comrades.

He could feel that the life force that had been sacrificed could never return. The depletion of ten years of his lifespan had left indelible marks on his soul, like the rings of an old tree, one ring after another, clearly showing the hatred etched into his bones.

The pale blue light on the far right is the most stable, cold as ice, yet possessing an extremely strong resilience.

It's Heo So-won.

He could "hear" the rustling sound of her boots on the fallen leaves, feel the tension in her arm muscles as she carried two people, and touch the pulse beating beneath the shallow scar on her forehead.

She walked at the front, her back ramrod straight, like a gun that would never break, shielding her from all the storms behind her.

The three points of light drew closer and closer until they finally came together, their halos of light merging together like three people warming each other in the cold night.

They had already passed through the drainage culvert and entered the dense chestnut forest at the foot of the mountain. Their footsteps gradually slowed down, and their breathing gradually became steady.

Wen Yan opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and finally felt relieved after being anxious all the way.

The knuckles turned white from prolonged exertion, and when the pressure was released, red marks from the glass were left on the fingertips.

He succeeded.

A few nights ago, as he was sinking into his sea of ​​consciousness to sort out the host's state, he suddenly felt that Xu Suyuan's seed, which had been dormant for more than a month, lit up.

The consciousness that awakened from the cracks in the void carried an icy chill, rippling through his sea of ​​consciousness.

He "saw" her curled up in the darkness of the otherworldly crevice, her combat uniform torn to shreds, her face stained with dried blood, yet her eyes shone with an astonishing light.

She replayed Han Xiao's last figure rushing towards the enemy over and over again, the scene of her grandmother lying in the hospital bed holding her hand and talking to her, and the cold needles and screams in the laboratory.

Hatred was like a red-hot iron, branding her soul with an indelible mark.

Then an idea came to her.

"I need companions."

It's not a weak plea for help; it's the thought of a wild beast that has been alone for too long, when faced with a larger hunting ground, wanting to find its own kind to join it.

She couldn't take on the formidable Five Mountains Alliance by herself; she needed someone like her who had crawled out of hell, someone covered in blood and hatred.