Hearing the clamor around him, Huo Yuhao soon regained consciousness.
As his vision gradually cleared, Huo Yuhao stared at everything before him, frozen in place for a moment.
Huo Yuhao instinctively tried to hold Yun Han tighter in his arms, but there was nothing in them now. Only then did he realize that the Yun Han from a moment ago had vanished when that layer of illusion shattered.
An emptiness inevitably settled in Huo Yuhao's heart.
Just then, an explosion suddenly rang out. Huo Yuhao felt someone tug his arm, pulling him away from where he had been standing.
Then a wall collapsed from above, smashing into the spot Huo Yuhao had just occupied and sending a cloud of dust surging toward him.
Huo Yuhao could not help coughing. Just then, a voice beside him asked, "Little girl, are you hurt?"
Huo Yuhao shook his head instinctively, then turned to look. A middle-aged man had pulled him away just now; otherwise, that wall would have fallen on him.
Seeing that Huo Yuhao was all right, the man told him to leave at once and stay in the safe zone. With that, he ran toward a pile of rubble ahead.
Huo Yuhao did not know who this man was, but he was certain that he was a civilian without Soul Power.
He had no extraordinary strength or speed, and there was no sense of Soul Power flowing through him. He was just an ordinary person.
The man was not well dressed. Though his clothes were covered in dust, Huo Yuhao could still tell that they were very old.
He desperately dug for something in that pile of rubble, without any tools, using only his bare hands. Even when blood began to flow, he did not slow down.
At last, he seemed