Jiang Qingwan slowly lowered her head to find the source of the sound.
Ye Qi got up from the ground scattered with pebbles, supported himself with his hands, and slowly moved to the tree trunk next to him.
Only when he had something to lean on did Ye Qi look up and meet Jiang Qingwan's gaze.
The wounds on his face were stuck together with fine sand and gravel, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was weak.
His eyes, however, seemed to be filled with starlight, distant and bright.
He appeared to be a cold and down-on-his-luck young nobleman.
Jiang Qingwan curled her lips and sullenly shook the golden sword she was holding, which was stuck with Han Qianfan.
A bloody wind blew through the air, and purplish-red liquid fell in a soft patter.
Han Qianfan's body remained firmly attached to the Golden Radiance Sword.
Jiang Qingwan was captivated by Ye Qi's broken sense of nobility and became intoxicated by his gaze.
Given that the weight in his hand had not changed at all, even without looking, he knew that Han Qianfan was still hanging on the sword.
So, Jiang Qingwan started shaking her hands wildly again.
"Click—"
Han Qianfan's body was flung out, piercing through tree branches and crashing to the ground with a series of irregular sounds, followed by a heavy thud as he landed.
Jiang Qingwan nodded slightly and said casually, "You didn't see anything just now."
In the end, the fight escalated to the point where he was holding a sword and spearing a corpse.
This image is really not good.
Look at Ye Qi, a delicate flower battered by wind and rain.
When it came to her, she became a butcher who "grilled" corpses.
Ye Qi pursed her lips, a faint smile spreading across her face.
He smiled without speaking, his lips opening and closing repeatedly.
Finally managing to gather her thoughts, she said, "Um...would you like to take another look at the Golden Sword in your hand?"
Jiang Qingwan shifted her gaze from Ye Qi's face to the Golden Radiance Sword in her hand.
Han Qianfan's head!
He was actually held firmly in place by the Golden Sword!
Now Jiang Qingwan really felt like she was dealing with a hot potato, so she tried to shake it off.
"Stop shaking me, I'm dizzy!" The spirit of the Golden Radiance Sword gradually awoke after the crisis.
The sword spirit had just broken free from the sword and Jiang Qingwan's control, and its consciousness became active again, when she shook it for a while.
Blade Spirit thought to himself: This is definitely a workplace injury!
I'm going to extort a lot of spirit stones later!
"I didn't expect it to stick like that and I couldn't get rid of it. The neck is broken, how come the head is still there?" Jiang Qingwan said with disgust.
"Don't you even know what I am? A peerless divine sword! How could anything I pierce easily escape?" The spirit of the Golden Radiance Sword began to boast again.
"?" Jiang Qingwan was speechless.
She chuckled and said, "Does this mean that if we cut someone off, their head will be on top of this candied hawthorn skewer?"
"Silly. Can't you use fire to burn it?" Jin Yaojian reminded him helplessly.
Flames shot up from the sky, burning away Han Qianfan's head without leaving a trace of ash, as if it had never existed.
The golden sword was heated in the fire, yet the inlaid gems still shone brightly, completely unaffected.
"Hehe." Jin Yaojian ignored the intense heat of the flames and laughed casually.
He started boasting again: "You mortals who turn to cultivation can never think of using the methods of our cultivation world to solve problems."
Finally, he shamelessly concluded: "Woman, you really can't live without me!"
Jiang Qingwan flicked her finger and gave Jin Yaojian a sharp rap on the head: "Stop pretending! Or I'll use you to throw dog poop!"
Looking up at the little incident between Jiang Qingwan and Jin Yaojian, Ye Qi felt his tension ease.
After all, she had witnessed firsthand how Han Qianfan's head was burned to ashes by Jiang Qingwan's flames.
Although he didn't get a reply from Jiang Qingwan for his question.
But Han Qianfan should be completely dead.
Ye Qi felt that the supernatural power within his body was showing signs of recovery, and a weight was lifted from his heart.
Having just been relentlessly pursued by Han Qianfan, he initially wanted to take the opportunity to help Jiang Qingwan.
Later, realizing the vast difference in strength, he realized that not letting Jiang Qingwan be distracted by protecting him was already his greatest effort.
He exhausted all his supernatural abilities, forcibly draining and overdrawing his mental strength. Pain spread to every part of his body, yet he still clung to life.
Previously, in order to train his superpowers, he would deliberately deplete his superpowers and then wait for them to recover.
But this time it's really different.
The key to training superpowers is to stop when you've reached a certain point. This time, I truly felt my life force and mental strength dissipating little by little.
Even though Han Qianfan later deliberately stopped attacking, letting him see Jiang Qingwan's tragic death and giving him a chance to catch his breath.
The supernatural power within his body was an utter void and emptiness, undetectable in the slightest.
That feeling was like I had always been just an ordinary person.
Fortunately, fate smiled upon him once again, preventing him from becoming a useless person without any superpowers in the apocalypse.
"Can you two take care of the wounded?" Ye Qi, having put his mind at ease, casually reminded the carefree man and swordsman.
"It's all your fault." Jiang Qingwan retorted to Jin Yaojian with disdain, then flew down to Ye Qi's side.
Jin Yaojian knew he couldn't be too arrogant, so he restrained himself and didn't refute.
"How are you?" Jiang Qingwan squatted down next to Ye Qi, closely examining the scratches on his face, her eyes occasionally filled with heartache.
Sigh. What a perfect face it was.
Ye Qi keenly sensed Jiang Qingwan's uncontrollable concern, and his fingers curled slightly.
His time-traveling ability has a powerful passive recovery effect. As long as he has even a little bit of his ability, he can go back in time until he returns to a point before he used his ability.
The more the superpower is used, the more and faster the recovery will be.
As he felt his powers gradually replenishing and his body being repaired, he couldn't help but tell a little lie.
The sound was like a dandelion seed, scattering in the air, drifting away in a faint, ethereal way.
"It hurts so much..."
He paused for a moment, as if he had said something wrong, and stared blankly for a moment before speaking again: "It's alright."
Her eyes also gave a matching performance, with her dark blue eyelashes trembling and a subtle glint in her eyes, half-hidden and half-revealed.
It's like pretending to be strong and enduring pain, but you still get caught.
Scars and bloodstains clung to Ye Qi's face, like withered branches and red plum blossoms in the snow.
Half of it is a scene of decay and lamentation, while the other half is a vibrant display of color, its hues undiminished even after the first frost.
Seeing Ye Qi's stubborn appearance, despite being so weak, yet not wanting to worry anyone.
A sudden surge of anger welled up in Jiang Qingwan's heart, and her anger flared up.
They couldn't find an outlet for their frustration.
The fire in my heart is burning ever brighter; it needs to be ignited by something to quell it.
Jiang Qingwan gently patted the male lead's shoulder to comfort him.
He stood up and surveyed the dense forest.
Their gaze was fixed on an unidentified object in the distance.
Why don't we go and drag Han Qianfan out and desecrate his corpse?!
Extraterrestrial demons! Well done!
The older generation was too kind; they simply banished them from the area.
This thing should be eradicated immediately!!
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