Zhou Yang slowly woke up, and the first thing he saw was Jiang Feng's arrogant expression: "Where is Master?"

"Your master? He's off fighting the Demon Lord."

"How long has it been?" Zhou Yang asked immediately upon hearing this.

"It's been about two hours and they're evenly matched."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang immediately stood up, feeling that his magical power had been fully restored and even increased significantly.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Feng quickly stopped him when he saw his actions.

“Find my master.” Zhou Yang looked at him with a determined gaze.

Jiang Feng sighed and stepped aside. "Remember to come back alive."

"Even if you die, I won't die."

Zhou Yang quickly approached the edge of the barrier, frowning.

Lin Lin'an sat helplessly on the steps, cracking sunflower seeds with a look of utter despair: "Oh, you're here. Sit down with me. We can't get out..." Just as he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Yang walk out of the barrier.

Lin Lin'an was utterly shocked: !!!

Lin Lin'an hurriedly tried to follow, but still couldn't get out.

"Are you kidding me?!"

When Zhou Yang emerged from the barrier, the demons around him, for some reason, did not attack him.

Upon arriving below where Fan Yang and Xiahou Zhi had fought, everything intact around them was gone.

White magical energy mingled with golden and black demonic energy, colliding in the sky.

Xiahou Zhi glanced at Zhou Yang on the ground: "Your disciple has arrived." As he spoke, he unleashed a burst of magical power that shot straight towards Zhou Yang.

Pan Yang saw a spell dissipate the magic: "Only I can kill him." You bastard! You ambushed my hidden character!

001: "Although it's very imposing, why does it feel so strange?"

Suddenly, Pan Yang felt the original owner's magic power becoming increasingly difficult to resist, and he fell to the ground with a cough. The demonic energy that had been suppressed within his body began to surge wildly.

Zhou Yang saw this and rushed over to support Pan Yang: "Master! How are you?"

Pan Yang pulled away from Zhou Yang's arm. How could a big shot like him let someone support him? Doesn't he have any pride?

He then shook his head without a smile.

Xiahou Zhi landed to the side: "Looks like you still can't beat me."

"Just kidding." Pan Yang looked at Xiahou Zhi. "I can't beat you?"

Zhou Yang stopped Pan Yang: "Master."

"You gave him your magic power?" Xiahou Zhi looked at Zhou Yang and then burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, you really are a good master. Tsk, it's just a pity that you will all die today."

A powerful magical force emanated from Xiahou Zhi, creating a strong sense of oppression. Those demons with low magical power were instantly annihilated.

Pan Yang channeled his magical power to block the oppressive force of the demons.

"Cough." A mouthful of blood was coughed up.

Instantly, his magical power became completely chaotic.

Although Lin Lin'an couldn't see what was happening, he began to feel uneasy as he noticed the magical power on the barrier weakening.

Zhou Yang was half-supporting Pan Yang when the magic was about to strike him. Pan Yang pushed him away and fell to the ground, narrowly avoiding the attack.

"Don't make things worse." Pan Yang stood up.

“Adding to the chaos…” Zhou Yang suddenly froze, his whole being exuding an aura of sorrow.

"?" Is this kid out of his mind? Pan Yang was speechless.

Before Fan Yang could say another word, Xiahou Zhi unleashed another spell.

"Damn it!" Fan Yang cursed.

Because the surrounding demonic energy was so heavy and oppressive that it was hard to breathe, thunder began to rumble in the sky.

"I refuse to believe it." Pan Yang rushed over directly, without using any magic power at all.

Xiahou Zhi was startled and successfully got punched by Pan Yang.

"You didn't use magic? How did you do that?"

"Guess."

The two fought more and more fiercely when suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the ground.

Pan Yang almost got hit by a chop, damn it, what the hell?

Wait a minute, that aura... you bastard! You're up to no good! Another bolt of lightning struck.

I almost got struck by lightning again.

Pan Yang took a deep breath and took out the white sword from his spatial storage. For some reason, the entire blade of the white sword was grayish, making it almost impossible to see its shape.

Pan Yang swung his sword at Xiahou Zhi, and a sense of oppression rushed towards him, as if a sleeping golden dragon had suddenly awakened.

Just as Xiahou Zhi was about to collapse, a bolt of lightning struck down directly at Fan Yang.

Pan Yang collapsed to the ground again. His body was too restricted, and that bastard was completely helping Xiahou Zhi. Oh, Pan Yang, you're not really going to collapse here again, are you?

“Pan Yang.” Zhou Yang walked to Pan Yang’s side and picked up the sword that Pan Yang had dropped at his feet. The gray mist around the sword slowly dissipated.

The white sword blade has turned a silvery-white color, making it appear very understated. However, there is a bright red line in the middle, like blood, extending from the hilt to the very bottom.

“You’ve protected me since the first time we met. In your eyes, I might be no different from anyone else.” Zhou Yang channeled his magic into the sword: “But I hope I will be different.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust his sword at Xiahou Zhi, using all his magical power. The sword seemed to have a spirit of its own.

The swords conjured up countless others.

Xiahou Zhi looked at the sword with unease in his heart. He used all his magic power, and in an instant, the sword shattered into pieces.

Zhou Yang looked at the shattered sword without caring at all, and with a backhand, he channeled his magic power into his palm to launch an attack on Xiahou Zhi.

001: "Host, who do you think will win?"

"Xiahou Zhi," Pan Yang said quietly, without making any move to help.

001: ! Why!

"Unless the boat sails..."

"Unless what?"

"Guess," Pan Yang replied coldly, standing at a distance watching Zhou Yang's every move.

Zhou Yang and Xiahou Zhi were both knocked aside. Zhou Yang picked up the sword hilt, and the sword blade on the ground seemed to be summoned back to its original state, intact, with the red in the middle becoming even more vibrant.

Zhou Yang seemed to have made up his mind, and a faint red glow surrounded the sword.

He suddenly thrust it forward.

Xiahou Zhi looked disdainful, but the next second he vanished into thin air.

Upon seeing this, the demons scattered in panic.

Zhou Yang stood still, when suddenly the sword fell to the ground, and he collapsed.

Pan Yang walked over step by step, picked up the sword, and the bright red color slowly darkened.

001: The hidden character's aura has become increasingly weak, possibly...

"No need to say anything more." Pan Yang interrupted 001, looking at Zhou Yang lying on the ground.

He tossed the sword back into his spatial storage; he really shouldn't have taken it out.

He then glanced once more at the boat on the ground, preparing to turn and leave.

“Pan Yang.” His voice was weak.

Pan Yang paused for a moment.

Then I felt someone tugging at the hem of my clothes.

Zhou Yang struggled to lift his head to look at Pan Yang's back, his hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes as if he had grasped a lifeline: "Pan Yang, can you promise me one thing?" His voice trembled slightly.

Pan Yang turned his back to him without turning around, coldly looking at the desolate and chaotic scene in front of him.

"Could you please not forget my name? The boat drifts lightly, the wind blows gently against my clothes. The boat drifts, carrying my name." The voice was light and airy, sounding unreal yet extremely gentle.

Then, Pan Yang felt the person loosen their clothes, and there was no sound. The surrounding silence was unsettling.

"..." Pan Yang stood still, his eyes lowered, a hint of emotion flashing across them, as if he were thinking about something.

001 reported softly: "The hidden character has died, the hidden mission has failed, but the main mission has been completed."

"Hmm." Pan Yang nodded without saying anything more, then left without hesitation.

001 was a little unsure of Huan Yang's thoughts. Was the host concerned or not? If he was concerned, why didn't he even look back?

Lin Lin'an was the first to rush out when he discovered that the barrier had finally disappeared. What he saw was indeed Zhou Yang's corpse and Pan Yang standing far away watching the sunset.

Lin Lin'an slowly walked to Pan Yang's side: "Zhou Yang, he..."

"Dead." Pan Yang said calmly.

"Don't be too sad. Go back with your senior brother and give Zhou Yang a proper burial."

Pan Yang didn't move but muttered to himself, "Why would anyone be willing to sacrifice themselves for someone they have no blood relation with?" After all, even if there is a blood relation, some people would kill their own children for their own benefit.

"Isn't that how people are? Senior brother, you should go back first. I will take care of settling Zhou Yang myself."

Pan Yang sat there staring at the setting sun. How many years had it been since he had felt this afterglow?

It seems like it's been like this ever since his father started using him, ever since his mother died.

Pan Yang gently brushed the dust off his clothes: "Let's go to the next world."