Yi Xiaofeng lay on the ground. All around him, cultivators knelt amid the ruins—at a glance, there were at least several hundred of them.
"Why wasn't I dead yet?"
That thought surfaced in Yi Xiaofeng's mind.
He had already been lying there for half an hour. By modern standards, that was an hour.
He had not stopped breathing, nor had he bled to death.
And it was not just him.
The viewers in his livestream were also baffled.
"An hour has passed, and Brother Yi is still alive!"
"Impressive. He's tough as a cockroach."
"Feels like there's a turning point. If Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor doesn't kill God Yi, he's definitely doomed."
"How is he definitely doomed? Can Yi Xiaofeng still get up? Even if he can, can he fly up there and fight Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor?"
"The Sword Saint is already done for. Stop dreaming. This is the stage where Demonic Cultivators and Evil Cultivators compete for Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor's favor."
"What a pity. Still, I want to see whether Yi Xiaofeng can rise again."
"If Yi Xiaofeng survives to the end, I'll call him Dad!"
Yi Xiaofeng still had no idea about the viewers' barrages.
But the footage at the recording site remained focused on him, and Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor was also visible.
Compared to Yi Xiaofeng, who was lying on the ground, the other players were in an even more pitiful state.
At least Yi Xiaofeng had dared to resist. The other players had all chosen to compromise, kneeling and kowtowing.
Under such circumstances, the Show Team naturally focused on Yi Xiaofeng.
The Heavenly Dao Immortal Hero Game was by no means a survival game.
The Earth Alliance wanted to promote the spirit of chivalry.
Some people retained a Chivalrous Heart even if