The Yangtze Defense Line.
Had finally stabilized.
When the first rays of dawn pierced the clouds.
The millions evacuating south had all finally entered the southern refuge zones.
The moment the news spread.
The whole southern region of Great Xia erupted.
"We survived!"
"We really survived!"
Countless people fell to their knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
Some hugged their families.
Some kept kowtowing toward the Yangtze River.
Others raised their arms high.
And shouted that name.
"Qi Wu!"
"Qi Wu!"
"Qi Wu!"
Their voices surged like a tide.
Resounding between heaven and earth.
But at that moment.
On a massive rock beside the river.
Qi Wu could no longer hear anything.
He had maintained the Meishan Barrier for three days and three nights straight.
His spiritual power had long since run dry.
The meridians inside his body were on the verge of shattering.
If his Reverse Cursed Technique had not been barely keeping his body together.
Anyone else in his place.
Would have died long ago.
On the morning of the fourth day.
Su Li finally led the Military Department's powerful fighters in completing the defensive handover.
A large contingent of formation-type Psychics took over the Meishan Barrier.
Only then did Gale and Qi Wu slowly withdraw their hands.
Boom-
The barrier stretching for a thousand miles shuddered slightly.
Then shifted into autonomous operation.
And Qi Wu seemed to lose every last ounce of strength.
Toppling backward off the massive rock.
"Qi Wu!"
Gale's expression changed sharply.
He rushed over in an instant.
Fortunately.
Qi Wu did not hit the ground.
A pair of hands caught him just in time.
"Stop shouting."
Qi Wu opened his eyes weakly.
"I'm not dead yet."
Jiang Qingyue glared at him, her eyes red.
"Shut up."
"You're in no position to talk right now."
Qi Wu