Not Yielding an Inch, Swearing to Defend to the Death

By now, Fu Ling had already done everything she could. She was not someone who could not accept defeat.

She closed her eyes. At the very least, her earlier arrangements would ensure that the people in the city would not all turn into headless flies at the critical moment. She still had more than enough faith in her classmates.

After all, they were all geniuses painstakingly selected from all of Starfire. Though their personalities varied, they all possessed the most fundamental capabilities.

At least take a rest. After that, it would depend on when Teacher could resolve this.

That was what Fu Ling thought, yet she inexplicably felt that something was off.

Even if her senses had slowed due to the severity of her injuries, after so much time had passed, she should have fallen onto the ice long ago.

Could her body have broken down to such an extent that she no longer even had the most basic perception of the outside world?

Fu Ling felt somewhat displeased. This differed somewhat from her earlier estimates, but accidents were simply the kind of thing one could do nothing about.

"Don't move around. Open your mouth."

The voice by her ear startled Fu Ling. Her consciousness gradually gathered itself from its dizzy, spinning haze. Her pupils focused, and only then did she realize that the reason her vision had gone dark was because she had fallen straight into Bing Zhucheng's embrace.

Bing Zhucheng helped Fu Ling up, holding a pill that glimmered with warm light in her hand.

Fu Ling recognized the thing. It was an emergency supply medicine produced by Starfire, intended as an emergency replenishment for depleted spiritual power. It also had some detoxifying, invigorating, and mind-clearing effects.

Did those effects sound somewhat familiar? Yes, this thing had actually