Jing Yuan and the others were in a very awkward position.
The rift in the Mirror World was too far away and too small. Even if they withstood the impact and barely managed to move through those terrifying energy fluctuations, they would have a hard time passing through the Mirror World to leave.
Yet if they stayed here, there seemed to be no way to escape that terrible explosion unscathed.
Amdo was still struggling. More and more wounds appeared on his body, and exhaustion showed on his face. Apart from his golden eyes, which remained filled with resolve, he had almost become a stooped old man.
Exhaustion mounted and enveloped him. He let out a long sigh, knowing that he had little time left and was nearing his limit. Amdo turned his head, gazing at Jing Yuan and the others with immense shame, his feelings complicated and painful.
General Jing Yuan of the Luofu and everyone from the Astral Express should never have had to face such a sight or meet such a tragic end... yet all of this had happened because of his own obstinacy.
Amdo soon withdrew his gaze, mustered the last of his spirit, and squeezed out his final shred of strength to pour into raising the Mirror World.
Once more. Perhaps for the last time.
Amdo had not done anything like this in a very long time-he devoted himself wholeheartedly and prayed sincerely, conveying his wish to Them. As someone who had been abandoned, he did not know whether he would still receive Their response. He only thought of offering a Knight's prayer once more at the end of his life, as he had so long ago.
His reason was unraveling, his thoughts disintegrating, and his consciousness growing increasingly hazy. Amdo suddenly raised his head. The