I don't know how much time has passed.
Driven by a frenzied killing intent, Wang Fan wielded the Bloodthirsty Battle Halberd with unrestrained abandon, turning everything around him to dust under his attacks.
Amidst the chaos and clamor, the anxious and worried cries of the women could be heard.
Finally, it vaguely entered his mind, which was filled with murderous intent.
"Wang Fan, wake up!"
"Brother, wake up!"
Those shouts were like a few rays of light piercing through the thick darkness.
This allowed Wang Fan to briefly grasp a sliver of reason amidst the endless abyss of killing intent.
His movements suddenly froze, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in his originally bloodshot eyes.
In that instant, he saw the group of women in the distance, covered in wounds and with tears streaming down their faces, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.
The guilt of hurting them and the intense desire to control the situation surged into my heart like a tide.
However, he had previously forcibly released his killing intent and then expended himself in a state of loss of control, so his body and mind were now at their limits.
This newly regained sliver of reason was like a flickering candle in a storm, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Wang Fan felt a sudden dizziness, his legs went weak, and he fell straight forward.
The Bloodthirsty Halberd in his hand fell onto the ice with a clang, making a crisp yet lonely sound.
Seeing Wang Fan fall, the women were extremely anxious and, disregarding the potential danger, immediately rushed towards him.
Qin Xiaoxuan was the first to arrive at Wang Fan's side.
She knelt down, gently lifted Wang Fan's head, and placed it on her lap, anxiously calling out, "Wang Fan, Wang Fan, wake up!"
Wang Fan's eyes were tightly closed, his face was as pale as paper, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his breathing was weak and rapid.
Xiao Meng rushed over, sobbing uncontrollably. She gripped Wang Fan's arm tightly with her small hands, as if she could transfer her strength to him: "Brother, don't scare us, please wake up."
Su Yalin, Hua Nianci, Su Yaqi, and others stood around, their eyes filled with worry and concern, yet they were at a loss for what to do.
The icy plains were silent except for the anxious cries of the women.
The sounds echoed in the vast expanse of the sky and earth, as if telling of their deep worry and concern for Wang Fan.
After an unknown amount of time, the women finally came to their senses and realized that they could no longer stay on this dangerous ice field.
Suppressing their inner worry and grief, they supported each other and carefully carried the unconscious Wang Fan back to the armored ship.
Once back on the ship, the women settled Wang Fan in the most comfortable bed.
They gathered around the bed, their eyes filled with pain and worry.
Qin Xiaoxuan gently grasped Wang Fan's hand, tears welling in her eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Wang Fan, please wake up soon."
Xiao Meng lay by the bedside, sobbing uncontrollably: "Brother, wake up! You promised to protect us."
Just as the women were immersed in grief and worry, Bingmei suddenly remembered what Wang Fan had once said about how to reduce the killing intent within her.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked up, saying urgently, "Sisters, Wang Fan mentioned a way to lessen the killing intent before. Perhaps we can try it!"
The women were taken aback at first, then their eyes lit up as if they had seen a glimmer of light in the darkness.
"That's right, how could we forget about that!" Su Yalin said excitedly.
After a brief discussion, the group decided to enter Wang Fan's room one by one to try to help him reduce his murderous intent.
Qin Xiaoxuan took a deep breath, went into the room first, and gently closed the door.
She walked to the bedside, looked at Wang Fan who was unconscious, and felt heartbroken.
She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, took Wang Fan's hand, and whispered, "Wang Fan, can you hear me? We're all waiting for you to wake up. You have to hold on."
As she spoke, she began to try to calm the surging murderous intent.
Outside the room, the women waited anxiously, each minute and second feeling incredibly long.
After a long while, the door finally opened, and Qin Xiaoxuan walked out looking exhausted.
The women immediately surrounded her, anxiously asking, "How is Xiaoxuan?"
Qin Xiaoxuan shook her head slightly, her expression somewhat gloomy: "I can feel that the killing intent in his body has eased somewhat, but it is still far from enough."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Xiao Meng said impatiently, "Let me go! I want to help my brother lessen his killing intent!"
As she spoke, she tried to rush into the room.
Hua Nianci grabbed Xiao Meng and said, "Don't rush, Xiao Meng, we have to do it in order so that it can work better."
Su Yalin chimed in, "Yes, Sister Xiaomeng, everyone is worried about Wang Fan and wants to help him. We can't let ourselves panic first."
But Xiaomeng still looked anxious, tears welling up in her eyes: "But my brother's condition is so critical, I'm afraid it will be too late."
Su Yaqi patted Xiaomeng on the shoulder and comforted her, "Xiaomeng, we all understand how you feel. Don't worry, everyone will do their best."
Just then, Hua Nianci entered the room and gently closed the door.
Outside the room, everyone fell silent.
All they could hear was each other's rapid breathing, and everyone was silently praying in their hearts.
After a while, Hua Nianci came out of the room.
Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her face looked slightly tired, but there was a hint of relief in her eyes: "I feel that his killing intent has weakened a bit, but we still need to keep working hard."
As soon as Hua Nianci finished speaking, Su Yaqi couldn't wait to head to the room: "I'll go right now."
Xiao Meng called out from behind, "Sister Yaqi, you must help my brother!"
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