"Boom!"
Space shattered beneath Li Qingyue's feet. In an instant, she crossed a thousand miles and appeared before Yan Wushuang and the others.
Although Yan Wushuang still stood ramrod straight, his vital energy had dwindled to its absolute limit.
He could no longer even speak.
A horrific wound marked his chest, nearly piercing him clean through and tearing open half his torso.
As the Human Sacred Body, he possessed an unrivaled physique and golden blood brimming with boundless vitality, yet now he could not even heal those wounds.
Clearly, he had exhausted too much of his strength.
He could no longer heal even his own injuries.
Fairy Lingwei stood beside him. When Li Qingyue first met her, she had been a peerless beauty, proud in her white robes.
Now she, too, was drenched in blood, her face deathly pale.
Even half of one arm had been severed.
Yet she still gritted her teeth and remained standing beside Yan Wushuang.
This woman had originally been a stranger to Li Qingyue, yet through Yan Wushuang and Yang Wuzheng, she had fought for her until her divine power ran dry, nearly falling into a hopeless plight.
The Tianquan Saint, the Tianxuan Saint Son, and the Yaoguang Saintess were powerful enough to look somewhat better, but they, too, had nearly exhausted their divine power.
Their pristine white garments were stained with blood.
Their bodies likewise bore horrific wounds.
Seeing that fairy who had once been surrounded by ten divine halos of holy light reduced to such a wretched state-
Li Qingyue could no longer keep her eyes from reddening.
Her gaze kept returning to Yan Wushuang.
When they first met, she had barely begun cultivating and stood at the very bottom of the world.
But precisely because of that, she understood all the more