Qian Long took the photo, clutching it tightly in his hand, tears welling in his eyes: "Commander..."

"Hurry up! Don't let me down!" Jin Feng shouted, then turned and limped into the jungle.

Qian Long gritted his teeth and shouted to the other soldiers, "Brothers, let's go! We must get back alive!"

He then led seventeen soldiers to break out from another direction.

Jin Feng deliberately left bloodstains along the way, walking in the opposite direction. He knew that the longer he persisted, the better Qian Long and the others would have a chance to escape.

However, he was quickly surrounded by soldiers from Country D.

"Commander Jin!"

Meng Mai, the leader of the D country's army, looked at Jin Feng, who was in a disheveled state, and a rare hint of appreciation appeared on his face.

At this moment, Jin Feng lay on the ground, his clothes tattered and covered in wounds. His face was covered in large beads of sweat mixed with blood, and his left leg was completely numb.

Although surrounded by enemy troops, he lay calmly on the ground, gazing at the dappled sunlight cast by the jungle, never feeling so relaxed in that moment.

They must have escaped by now, he thought to himself. If he died, perhaps someone would remember him!

Unfortunately, this time her eyes were red from crying, and I was no longer able to comfort her!

Meng Mai walked up to Jin Feng, looked down at him, and said, "Commander Jin, I really admire you. You fought to the last moment to protect your soldiers. If you are willing to surrender, we can give you a decent treatment."

Jin Feng gave a strained smile: "You will never understand my faith and loyalty."

Mengmai sighed: "Alright, Commander Jin. You are a respectable opponent, but that's how cruel war is."

Jin Feng closed his eyes, awaiting death.

Just then, a bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky, striking the ground like Thor's hammer, and in an instant, the D country's soldiers fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Their eyes widened, their faces filled with astonishment and fear, as if they had been stunned by the sudden force.

Meng Mai's expression changed drastically, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart. He immediately ordered his men to remain on high alert and quickly drew a small gun from his waist, gripping it tightly in his hand, ready to deal with any potential danger.

"What's going on?" Meng Mai's voice was tinged with panic, but he quickly realized that the situation was worse than he had imagined.

Before he could finish speaking, another bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky, streaking across the heavens like a flash of lightning.

Meng Mai quickly rolled to the ground, trying to avoid the attack. But to his surprise, the lightning bolt curved and struck him.

Mengmai's eyes widened in disbelief. He desperately tried to dodge, but was ultimately struck by the lightning.

His body instantly stiffened, then curled up on the ground as if his soul had been ripped away, twitching occasionally.

Jin Feng calmly awaited death, but then he heard a series of crackling sounds and slowly opened his eyes.

She was immediately met by a very handsome man who was looking down at her, as if he was confirming something.

"You are..." Jin Feng was about to ask who the other person was when he suddenly heard a familiar loud voice coming from afar.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Qian Long and his group appear in his field of vision, Qian Long's face still covered with tears.

He rushed into Jin Feng's arms as if he had found a lost treasure and burst into tears.

"Um... Ah Long, you're pressing on my wound!"

Jin Feng gasped in pain. Qian Long jumped back immediately upon hearing this and then carefully examined the commander's injuries. He then discovered that there wasn't a single uninjured spot on the commander's body, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

"Young people are prone to tears, don't cry and make yourself a laughingstock!"

Qian Long seemed to only then remember that there were other people around. He quickly wiped away his tears and introduced them to the regimental commander:

"Commander, this is Yan Ziyan, a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect sent to support us. Thanks to him, my brothers and I were able to stay safe this time."

Jin Feng struggled to stand up and thank her, but Yan Ziyan stopped him.

"Don't move around, rest for a bit." Yan Ziyan said, then took out a pill and flicked it into Jin Feng's mouth, telling him to rest and recover.

Jin Feng felt a warm current flow from his mouth to his limbs and bones, and a dense itching sensation spread through all the wounds on his body. The strength he had just lost instantly returned.

Jin Feng's eyes lit up. He thought of the immortal cultivators that were all the rage in China, and his heart was filled with curiosity and longing.

"Brother, thank you for coming. Our Chifeng troops will remember your kindness!" Jin Feng sincerely thanked Yan Ziyan.

Yan Ziyan casually waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing to worry about. He then turned his gaze to the enemy soldiers lying on the ground and asked, "What should we do with these people?"

Jin Feng felt a cool sensation coursing through his body, making him feel much lighter, and the wound on his left leg began to heal slowly.

He slowly stood up and walked towards Mumbai.

"Take them all back to camp first, and wait for the D country government to come and ransom them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Long led a group of soldiers into action. They first disarmed the enemy soldiers, then strung them together like a gourd.

"Brother Yan, these people are so weak, can they even walk?" Qian Long looked at the group of weaklings in front of him, his face showing difficulty.

Yan Ziyan unleashed a spell, and the enemy soldiers who had been lying on the ground groaning in pain were now panting heavily, as if they had been pulled out of the water.

"Okay, you can walk now."

Upon hearing this, Qian Long and the other soldiers showed admiration for Yan Ziyan in their eyes!

Inside the Cloud and Mist Pavilion of the Free and Unfettered Sect.

Jiang Wanwan looked at the Divine Dragon Scripture in front of her, her brows furrowed slightly as she pondered how to better promote this cultivation technique.

She suddenly realized that she could combine the Divine Dragon Scripture with the story of the Divine Dragon. This would not only popularize the cultivation method but also allow people to gain a deeper understanding of the Divine Dragon and develop faith in it.

In this way, the dragon can recover its power more quickly.

The next morning, sunlight shone through the clouds onto the mountain peaks of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Jiang Wanwan sat at her desk in the Cloud Mist Pavilion, intently re-engraving the Divine Dragon Scripture with her divine sense. Every stroke and line contained her painstaking effort and wisdom, as if she were creating a precious work of art.

Finally, after a whole day of hard work, Jiang Wanwan completed the re-engraving of the Divine Dragon Scripture. She looked at the scripture in her hands with satisfaction, her heart filled with a sense of accomplishment. Next, she would spread it to more people, so that they could benefit from this miraculous cultivation method.

When night falls and the bright moon hangs high in the sky.

Jiang Wanwan reopened her live stream, ready to share the secrets of the Divine Dragon Scripture with her viewers. In the live stream, comments rained down like snowflakes, with viewers expressing their anticipation.