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In one corner of the battlefield, pink rain of light was falling soundlessly.
Ye Zijun stood within Heaven Dou's shattered formation, both hands clasped over her heart.
Behind her, the phantom of an elegant Nine Heart Begonia swayed and bloomed. Its petals were like satin, its slender stamens held gold, and its soft trailing vines drifted like spring rain.
Dots of pink flowing light poured from the heart of the flower, drifting with precision toward the wounded team members:
They sank into Tang Chen's shuddering lungs, smoothed out the blockages in Ning Zhongtian's Soul Power, wound around Bai Tianrui's split webbing between thumb and forefinger, and repaired the nearly exhausted, overloaded source of Zhi Xuan's Sky Azure Vine...
The healing power of the Nine Heart Begonia shuttled silently through them, mending their broken battle armor.
The points of light merged into their wounds, bringing warm currents.
Yet they could not warm the icicles in their hearts.
Tang Chen wiped away the remaining bloody foam at the corner of his mouth. At the far end of his vision, the sight of that figure in purple sitting quietly upon the throne burned into his eyes.
Vines surged and crashed in endlessly like a tide. He swung the bright silver Clear Sky Hammer and smashed a vicious stretch of purple-black Meteor Vine apart.
The pain of his split hand was nothing compared to the sharp humiliation of being looked down on—he, tenth on the Genius List, Tang Chen of the world-shaking great hammer!
Since when had he fallen so low as to become a caged beast for others to look down upon?!
The same thought burned in Ning Zhongtian's chest.
The light of the Saint Light Glazed Tile Pagoda was no longer