Official Refutation Claims Qian Yuhan Footage Was AI-Generated; Netizens: If You Don't Delete It, I Won't Believe It-Delete It, and I'll Believe Everything

There was not even any background music in the footage.

Only the sound of wind.

When Qian Yuhan returned, she was missing one wing.

Her right arm was nearly severed at the shoulder, white bone shards piercing through flesh as holy blood trailed from the city gates all the way to the temple steps.

She did not let anyone support her.

She merely braced herself on the Angel Sacred Sword with her remaining left hand and walked inside, one step at a time.

Everyone at the city gates fell to their knees.

A dense black mass, foreheads pressed to the ground, their sobs mingling with the frigid wind as though the entire city ached for her.

Because they knew.

If she had not returned, the city itself would have died that day.

The second segment appeared soon after.

She went out again.

There was no horn.

No military formation.

Wind and snow swept icy grit against her battered armor, the sound as brittle as bones knocking together.

Beyond the city lay a densely packed mass of Soul Beasts.

Their rancid breath condensed into white mist in the bitter cold.

Those enormous figures, large enough to blot out the horizon, slowly closed in like a living wall.

The sentries atop the walls could not make out her movements.

They only saw a streak of light fall from the ramparts.

Then came holy flames that filled the sky.

That battle lasted the entire night.

At dawn, she emerged from the darkness once more.

Her left leg dragged along the ground, and only three of her six wings remained.

She walked to the city gates and looked up.

Her lips moved, but no sound came out.

The gates opened.

The third segment.

The second time.

The third time.

The tenth time.

The footage