The Communicator in Wan Yuan's hand received messages from the various bases-
[Successfully dealt with.]
Gu Qiansheng collapsed to the ground, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, yet he smiled.
He had nearly exploded and died.
Even now, his skin was cracked, his body like shattered pieces.
But so what?
He had finally made himself useful for once.
Hao Jingye stared at Sheng An, then at the fatal wound in his chest. He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out. The movement was an instinctive response.
In truth, his body was already "dead."
With Sheng An striking the blow, how could he have any chance of survival?
Because of his "death," all his Superpowers stopped. His thinly clad body quickly froze in the bitter cold, yet blood kept pouring from his chest, flowing down the ice coating his body and onto the ground...
Was it over?
Was M, the Otherkind Lord, dead?
Was Hao Jingye, who had once spent every day with them, gone?
As that thought surfaced, everyone, battered and wounded, froze for a moment.
Among those protected by the barrier, Zhuang Fan had already fallen. Song Linwei and Gu Qiansheng had been fighting out front, Wan Yuan received messages, and Zhang Kun maintained the barrier.
Jiang Yu opened her mouth. "Is it over?"
Old Qin held Qin Xuan, his lips pressed tight. He said nothing, but his gaze was heavy.
"No, something's still wrong..." Ruan Zifeng's heart jolted. He instinctively covered his chest, his voice trembling slightly.
No one noticed.
Beneath their feet, their spilled blood stained the ice red. A closer look would have revealed that the blood was moving, flowing toward the Fragments...
At that moment, the Fragments were near Hao Jingye.
The blood flowing from his chest seemed