Gou Xiangwang frowned, however. What worried him was the aftermath of that Soul Self-Destruction.
They could sense Ye Buyu's soul aura from outside Dead Star, so those inside Dead Star must have felt it even more clearly.
He feared the other five members of Hold Up the Heavens would go completely mad.
"No, we have to go in and help."
Anyone who could force Ye Buyu to self-destruct was certainly no ordinary opponent, but those youngsters would surely not shrink back.
Everyone from the Present World knew this perfectly well, so they had to get word to them that Ye Buyu was not dead.
Ku Rong tried to stop them, but Little Whale talked him out of it.
"Let them go. I'll keep an eye on them."
Hearing Little Whale's low, cold voice, Ku Rong managed to force a faint smile, but his eyes were full of dejection and hurt.
"You think I'm cold-blooded."
It was not a question, but a statement.
"Which of us isn't a failure, Wail? You're not the only one who cares whether they live or die, but we care more about the endgame. I don't believe you failed to understand the maxim left in the Salvation Hall of Fame."
Little Whale fell silent for a few seconds.
"Life will hold on to them, but the pain is real. Death will reject them, but that won't dispel the fear of death. I've simply had enough of being a bystander."
With that, Little Whale flew toward Dead Star without looking back.
Ku Rong tipped his head back. Today felt cold somehow, cold to the bone.
Little Wan tugged at the hem of his clothes. "When you chose the Withered Glory Theatre, you could only be a bystander. Fishy didn't mean to upset you. Each of us follows