His lips were bloodless and slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. There were still traces of blood at the corners of his mouth where he had bitten it to endure the pain. The blood had dried and was particularly glaring.
His chest rose and fell very weakly, and each breath seemed so difficult and long, as if it could stop at any moment. The people around him were surrounded by anxious and worried expressions.
Someone gently stroked his face, trying to wake him up, but he didn't respond. Someone tightly held his hand, which was cold and weak, conveying a heartbreaking message.
His life force was fading away bit by bit, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. An aura of despair permeated his body, leaving everyone feeling incredibly heavy and sad.
Everyone silently prayed for him, hoping he could pull through and open his eyes again, but he still lay there quietly, dying, a heartbreaking sight. The few psychics who had regained their strength were like awakened lions, their eyes gleaming with determination and sharpness. They exchanged glances, instantly reaching a tacit understanding.
One of the fire-powered users took the first step. He thrust his hands forward suddenly, and a ball of blazing flame rushed towards the enemy like an arrow. The flame burned fiercely, carrying endless heat energy, and the air seemed to be distorted wherever it went.
Immediately afterwards, a wind-type psychic flashed, transforming into a gust of wind, darting around the enemy at breakneck speed. He waved his hands, and a howling wind rose, forming sharp wind blades that swept towards the enemy like a cutting machine. Wherever the wind blades passed, deep marks were cut into the ground.
Another powerful person roared, his muscles bulging like steel. He charged at his enemies with heavy strides, each step shaking the earth. He swung his casserole-sized fists with unparalleled force, smashing them down with such force that it seemed as if they could split mountains and crack rocks.
With their tacit coordination and powerful counterattacks, the enemy was beaten back step by step, completely losing their previous arrogance. These psychics became more and more courageous, emitting a powerful aura, vowing to defeat the enemy completely. In that extremely critical moment, Xiao Yi's face was solemn, and his eyes revealed determination and decisiveness. He quickly opened his own space and reached into it like a gust of wind.
He was holding a handful of colorful crystal cores tightly in his hands. These crystal cores were still flashing with strange light in the dim environment. Xiao Yi did not hesitate at all and walked quickly to the front of the psychics.
He first approached a trembling lightning user and placed several crystal cores containing powerful energy into his hands. The lightning user gave Xiao Yi a grateful look, then immediately grasped the crystal cores tightly and began to absorb the power within. The energy in the crystal cores flowed into his body like a trickle, and his originally dim eyes gradually brightened, and the lightning power in his body began to surge again.
Then, Xiao Yi walked towards a water-type ability user and handed some crystal cores to her. She took the crystal cores and began to absorb energy eagerly. The water vapor around her seemed to become much thicker, as if it had regained vitality.
Xiao Yi offered crystal cores to the psychics one by one. After absorbing the power of the cores, each one gradually regained their vitality. Their tired expressions gradually dissipated, replaced by a renewed fighting spirit and strength. They held the cores tightly in their hands, feeling the powerful energy flowing through their bodies, as if they had been reborn. Xiao Yi, watching the people gradually regain their strength, felt a sense of relief, and his eyes were fixed firmly on the upcoming battle. In this critical moment, everyone's face was filled with tension and solemnity. The previous grudges and conflicts, both large and small, seemed to have dissipated like a passing cloud.
The team members' eyes met, and without further ado, they could read each other's determination. The two, who had previously clashed over trivial matters, smiled at each other, their unhappiness vanishing in a single smile.
As the enemy surged forward like a tide, they stood closely together, shoulder to shoulder, back to back. One member unhesitatingly offered his back to a former comrade, who in turn protected this trust with his steadfast body. Their only thought was to defeat the enemy together.
Someone bravely fights at the front, brandishing weapons, unleashing supernatural powers, and facing the enemy's attacks without flinching. Beside him, his teammates cooperate tacitly, providing fire support or shielding him from side attacks. Every movement, every look, conveys deep trust and support.
In the heat of battle, they shouted each other's names, cheering each other on. Even if someone was injured, a teammate would immediately rush over, pulling them to a safe area for cover and treatment. They forgot the unpleasantness of the past, and only felt loyalty to the team and love for their companions.
At this critical juncture of life and death, the friendship among the team members is like a beacon, illuminating their path forward, allowing them to put aside their past grudges and work together to fight against the powerful enemy, striving for their common goal and belief. On that fierce battlefield, several superpowers are waiting in full battle array.
The fire user stood at the forefront, his hands dancing as blazing flames rose from his palms. He thrust his palms forward, sending a blazing torrent of flames roaring towards the enemy. The flames, like the fangs and claws of a mad dragon, distorted the air wherever they passed.
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