Three hours later.
The Destiny Battlefield, at its deepest depths.
This was already a desolate fringe area of the battlefield, where Chaos Energy was sparse, the laws were chaotic, and space resembled a shattered mirror, riddled with countless fine cracks.
Deep within one of the most inconspicuous chaos cracks, which almost blended into the background.
Hum...
Faint spatial ripples undulated.
Three figures, like entities surfacing from the bottom of the water, staggered and appeared within this confined space measuring only a hundred paces across.
Thud! Thud!
Lu Chen and Lu Xiao collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously, their backs leaning against the cold and chaotic barrier, panting heavily as their complexions grew uglier by the second.
Bai Yaoyao was slightly better off, but her stunning face was also as pale as snow, cold sweat dampening her temples, and her towering bosom heaving violently.
That frantic escape all the way here had consumed almost their very last ounce of strength.
Especially Lu Xiao, who had forcefully suppressed the backlash of his Chaotic Origin and overdrawn himself to propel his light-escape technique?
At that moment, he could barely even sit straight, his body trembling slightly, and his pure silver eyes almost fluttering shut.
"Little brother!"
Watching him, Lu Chen felt sick with anxiety. Though his own interior was in utter chaos, he forced himself to crawl over and press down on Lu Xiao's shoulder.
"Don't push yourself! Heal your injuries quickly!"
Lu Xiao raised his eyelids and glanced at Lu Chen. His gaze was incomparably complex, containing fatigue, pain, and a trace of hard-to-detect... reliance.
He stopped refusing, slowly closing his eyes as his hands struggled to form a bizarre hand seal.
In an instant, wisps of chaotic, inverted, and rebellious silver Dao rhythm seeped out from the pores all over his