Those people were dressed in rags, their tattered clothes shivering in the wind, their eyes filled with despair, helplessness, and a strong desire to survive.

Under the scorching sun, they looked even more haggard and disheveled, like a flock of lambs lost in the darkness.

After a moment's thought, a resolute glint flashed in Qin Qianluo's eyes. Her voice, though soft, carried an undeniable firmness that resonated in the air like a resounding bell.

He quietly signaled to the others to hold their positions for the time being, while he himself calmly and resolutely took a step forward.

Step by step, they walked firmly toward the critical point, each step seemingly touching the hearts of everyone present.

As the Emperor Emeritus and the others watched Qin Qianluo walk away alone, their hearts ached as if countless sharp steel needles had pierced them, filled with worry and reluctance.

Their feet seemed to be held firmly by an invisible yet powerful force, unable to move.

Yet, he was also eager to follow Qin Qianluo forward, his impulse like a surging tide, almost breaking through the dam of reason.

However, they all knew that this was a critical moment when the situation was complex and shrouded in mystery.

Any rash action could be like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing unpredictable and serious consequences.

It's like blindly walking on a road full of thorns; a slight misstep could plunge you into an abyss of no return.

Left with no other choice, they could only suppress the turmoil churning within them, their feet seemingly nailed to the spot, heavy and rooted to the spot.

Their eyes followed Qin Qianluo's figure intently, not daring to look away for a moment, as if she were their only hope at this moment.

Qin Qianluo walked steadily to the edge, with several soldiers following closely behind her like loyal guardians.

They vigilantly observed every movement around them, not missing any possible signs of danger.

Under their close protection, Qin Qianluo carefully lifted her foot, her movements slow and cautious, as if the area ahead was a minefield full of traps.

She slowly lowered her foot and stepped onto foreign soil.

The moment her feet touched the foreign soil, a piercing pain, like a barrage of arrows, suddenly erupted from the depths of her mind without warning.

The pain was like a surging tide, overwhelming her instantly. Every nerve felt as if it were being mercilessly burned by fire, emitting painful cries.

It felt as if countless steel needles were piercing every inch of her skin, causing her so much pain that she almost lost consciousness.

At the same time, the invisible and colorless spiritual energy barrier in his mind, like fragile glass, shattered quietly under the impact of this powerful force.

It transformed into countless tiny rays of light, vanishing without a trace like a shooting star, leaving only a chilling blank space.

The transparent halo that had been in Qin Qianluo's mind seemed to be violently impacted by some indescribable, world-destroying power.

It began to tremble and shake violently up and down uncontrollably, as if it had experienced a terrible earthquake.

If this halo had eyes, they would surely be wide-eyed right now, their eyeballs seemingly about to pop out of their sockets, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

It was as if it were hysterically questioning: How could this barrier have shattered so inexplicably and without warning?

The once calm halo was now like the surface of a stormy sea, turbulent and restless.

This sudden, earth-shattering pain caused Qin Qianluo's body to instantly lose all strength.

His legs felt as if they had been stripped of their supporting tendons, limp and powerless, and he fell uncontrollably toward the ground.

Her body traced an arc in the air, like a drifting leaf, fragile and helpless.

Fortunately, the soldiers nearby reacted quickly and swiftly, rushing forward like cheetahs.

He steadily caught Qin Qianluo, who was about to fall, in his arms, preventing her from directly colliding with the hard ground.

The muffled thud seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present, causing each person to tremble.

Upon seeing this, the Emperor Emeritus and others were overcome by their worries and could no longer care about anything else.

They were extremely anxious and rushed towards Qin Qianluo with hurried steps, as if they were racing against time.

Their faces were filled with anxiety and fear, large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, and their breathing became rapid and heavy.

Su Jinyun's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and her originally rosy lips were now bloodless, like a flower that had been hit by frost, losing its former vitality.