Even if a Saint came in person, nothing could be done about injuries like these.
It could be said that An Ning would remain like this for the rest of his life.
For him, such an outcome was truly harder to bear than death.
The other contestants fell silent at the news.
They wanted to say something, but in the end, no words came.
After all, none of them had suffered the same fate. They could not offer An Ning any real comfort.
Besides, they barely knew him.
The only thing connecting them was that they all fought for the Origin Continent.
"Sigh..."
Ye Lin, who had watched the entire battle, let out a soft sigh too.
He said nothing and merely closed his eyes again.
If he became a cripple and there truly was no way to recover, he might not choose to cling to life.
After all...
That feeling would be unbearable.
To fall from the clouds into the dust—even a cultivator with the steadiest Dao heart would struggle to endure it.
"The Feather God Clan has truly paid a staggering price this time."
In the Endless Void, one of the supreme powerhouses sighed.
A peerless prodigy who possessed a Saintly Bloodline and could call upon a Saint's power truly had a chance to take that step one day.
But now, it had all been destroyed.
Losing a prodigy who would certainly have reached the Ninth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm and had a chance of becoming a Saint would shake even the Feather God Clan to its bones.
The Feather God Clan was powerful and mysterious, but they all knew the truth.
A prodigy of that caliber was immensely important even to the Feather God Clan.
But now he was gone. All of it was gone.
"We're all fighting