Chapter 87 The Void Chessboard (End)
The moment Sylvie's "Fall of Heaven" reached its peak, it was as if the air in the entire Royal Territory was sucked out.
The holy light collapsed at the top of her warhammer into a dazzling white singularity, causing the surrounding space to distort, tear apart, and groan under its strain.
The four believers' chanting reached its peak, and their bodies visibly became transparent, as if they were sacrificing everything for this attack.
Spectator Channel:
[Here it comes! Sylvie's ultimate move!]
[This oppressive aura... I feel suffocated even through the screen!]
[The Vientiane Team and the Polaris Team just played the Mech Team and aren't in good form. Can they hold on?]
Gu Yunqing's pupils contracted sharply.
He felt the threat more intensely than ever before.
At this critical moment—
A calm, almost indifferent voice rang out: "Break the order."
Buzz!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling clash of energy.
Sylvie's hand trembled violently as she held the warhammer, and the terrifying wave of destruction became strangely sluggish and disordered, like a punctured balloon.
Immediately afterwards, countless fine, spiderweb-like pale blue cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the incredibly solid, sacred domain centered on her, which rejected all heresy.
The cracks spread rapidly, and wherever they passed, the golden holy light flickered like a faulty light bulb, and the domain collapsed instantly.
"What?!" Sylvie's solemnity and murderous intent were replaced by horror.
Without the support of the domain, the still incomplete "Fallen Kingdom" lost its stable structure, and terrifying energy began to backfire.
"No—!" Sylvie screamed, trying to control herself, but it was too late.
Boom!!!
The white holy light did not strike the enemy as she wished, but instead exploded out of control less than five meters in front of her.
A light and heat even brighter and more violent than before instantly engulfed her and her four followers.
This time, however, there was no sense of holiness in the light, only pure energy rampage and destruction.
"Shield!" The burly member of the Polaris team, who had always been taciturn and codenamed "Ayan," roared, took a step forward, and slammed the heavy shield in his hand, engraved with ancient runes, into the ground.
A thick, earth-yellow light shield instantly unfolded, enveloping the entire Polaris team and the nearby members of the Myriad Elephants team.
Almost the instant the light shield took shape, the shockwave of the out-of-control holy light slammed into it.
The shield shook violently, the runes on its surface flickered wildly, his face turned pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he held on to the shield tightly, not retreating an inch.
Su Meichuan's expression was solemn. She placed her hands on Ayan's back, continuously channeling life energy to maintain the stability of the light shield.
Wu Jueji immediately contracted his "50/50" domain to fully assist in stabilizing this defensive area.
Gu Yunqing let out a muffled groan. His already depleted mental energy was further damaged by the impact, and his vision went black for a moment. However, he managed to stay upright and kept his eyes fixed on the center of the explosion.
Spectator Channel:
【！！！！！！！】
What happened? What did Jun Xiangbei do?
Sylvie's ultimate attack... landed right in her own face?
It took more than ten seconds for the blinding white light and the violent energy turbulence to gradually subside.
In the center of the Wangge altar, a larger crater than the one that had annihilated the mechanical team appeared, its walls exhibiting a crystallized, glassy appearance.
At the edge of the deep pit, Sylvie knelt on one knee, the huge warhammer lying to the side, its light dimmed.
Her silver-white armor was mostly shattered, revealing charred skin underneath. Her once holy face was now as pale as paper, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, and her breath was extremely weak.
The four followers behind her fared even worse; three of them were instantly eliminated by white light, while the remaining one lay on the ground, his fate unknown, clearly having also lost his fighting ability.
Meanwhile, on the Polaris team's side, Ayan could no longer hold on the moment the final charge subsided. His heavy shield slipped from his hand with a clang, and he fell backward, only to be caught by Su Meichuan in time.
His face was ashen, and his breath was weak, clearly indicating that he had paid a heavy price to withstand the backlash.
Su Meichuan's face was also pale; the amount of life energy he had transferred was also enormous.
Jun Xiangbei stood still, his gaze calmly fixed on Sylvie in the deep pit, confirming that she was no longer able to fight.
[Wangge Area Announcement: The Pantheon team has lost all combat power and is eliminated. Current remaining teams: 2.]
Congratulations to Team "All Things" and Team "Polaris" for surviving and advancing to the next round.
[Based on the Glory Points settlement... Polaris Team Points: 520, Wanxiang Team Points: 480. Polaris Team wins first place in Group C, and Wanxiang Team wins second place in Group C.]
The system notification sounded clearly, bringing this fierce battle for supremacy to a close.
Spectator Channel:
【it's over……】
[It was a Pyrrhic victory; both sides were practically exhausted.]
Jun Xiangbei's final move was crucial; it rendered Sylvie useless.
Sylvie was ruthless; she almost dragged everyone down with her.
The moment the notification sound ended, the tense, rule-bound atmosphere within the royal area began to dissipate rapidly.
The broken stone pillars slowly repaired themselves, and the cracks and scorch marks on the ground were gradually smoothed out by some force.
The battle is over.
The tense nerves suddenly relaxed, followed by an overwhelming wave of fatigue and pain.
Gu Yunqing felt her legs go weak and she almost lost her balance.
Forcibly maintaining command on multiple fronts simultaneously, employing "contradictory impacts," and enduring the psychological shock and the aftershocks of the rules' backlash...
His mental energy was already exhausted. At this moment, his sea of consciousness was empty, and he felt a series of needle-like stinging pains. His vision was also turning black.
Gu Yunqing's face was undeniably pale, her forehead was covered in fine beads of cold sweat, and her breathing was somewhat unsteady.
Just then, a figure walked up to him.
It was Jun Xiangbei who had just walked quickly to Ayan's side, squatted down, and placed his palm lightly on Ayan's chest.
Gentle energy flowed from his palm and seeped into Ayan's body.
Ayan's pale complexion improved visibly; although she was still unconscious, her breathing became steady.
After doing all this, Jun Xiangbei got up and walked straight towards Gu Yunqing.
His steps were steady, but Gu Yunqing noticed that his fingers hanging at his sides curled up almost imperceptibly, as if he was restraining something.
Jun Xiangbei stopped in front of Gu Yunqing, the two of them very close.
Gu Yunqing could clearly see the trace of weariness remaining on his handsome face, as well as the concern and worry deep in his usually calm eyes.
Jun Xiangbei did not speak immediately, but took out a potion with a faint milky white glow from his storage space.
"Advanced Spirit Essence Repairing Agent" is extremely valuable and is rarely available in the Pure White World Shop. It is usually only obtainable by top guilds or players who have completed special quests.
Jun Xiangbei unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to Gu Yunqing.
His movements were natural, without any unnecessary words, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Gu Yunqing was stunned for a moment, looking at the precious medicine in front of her, and then looked up at Jun Xiangbei.
Jun Xiangbei remained silent as he looked at him, his gaze calm yet brooking no refusal.
His eyes seemed to say, "Take it, you need it."
Gu Yunqing was not being pretentious.
His condition is indeed terrible right now, and this medicine can solve his immediate problem.
He took the medicine, and his fingertips inevitably touched Jun Xiangbei's slightly cool fingertips.
He tilted his head back and drank the medicine in one gulp.
The warm, cool liquid slid down his throat, then transformed into a powerful yet gentle spiritual force, quickly nourishing his parched and aching sea of consciousness.
The stabbing pain subsided quickly, and the dizziness lessened considerably. Although a full recovery was still far off, the condition had at least stabilized, and a sliver of color returned to her face.
"Thank you." Gu Yunqing breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, handing the empty bottle back. His voice was a little hoarse from exhaustion.
Jun Xiangbei took the empty bottle, but instead of immediately withdrawing his fingertips, he gently brushed Gu Yunqing's forehead, wiping away a layer of cold sweat.
His movements were very light, his fingertips were slightly cool, and the touch was distinct.
Gu Yunqing's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.
Jun Xiangbei, however, seemed oblivious to anything amiss. His gaze fell upon Gu Yunqing's still pale face, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly. His usually cold voice was a few decibels lower, carrying an undeniable air of authority:
Don't force yourself.
It was only three words, but it wasn't an order; it was more like a tender admonition.
Gu Yunqing's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something soft.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, such as "I'm fine," or jokingly say "Brother Bei's medicine really works," but in the end, he just looked at Jun Xiangbei and gave a very soft "hmm."
Jun Xiangbei's eyes seemed to have deepened; beneath the calm surface of ice, a warm current was surging.
He didn't say anything more, but simply stood half a step to the side of Gu Yunqing.
Su Meichuan supported Ayan, who had just woken up and was still very weak. She watched the interaction between the two of them and a mischievous smile appeared on her face, but she did not say anything to disturb them.
Wu Jueji had already tactfully moved to the side, pretending to study the runes on the ground that were repairing themselves.
Spectator Channel:
[(Clutching her chest) This atmosphere...]
Are they together?
【'Don't force yourself'... Ahhh, why are those three words so sweet!】
The two standing side by side look so harmonious.
[Su Meichuan's expression is hilarious, that all-knowing look in her eyes.]
The system's teleportation light began to appear on each team, indicating that they were about to be teleported back to the preparation space for the Battle of Glory.
Just before the white light intensified and was about to completely envelop the two of them—
Jun Xiangbei suddenly moved.
He turned to face Gu Yunqing.
Before Gu Yunqing could fully react, Jun Xiangbei reached out and gently pulled him into his arms.
The hug wasn't tight; it even carried a sense of cautious restraint.
Jun Xiangbei's arms only loosely encircled Gu Yunqing's shoulders and back, without applying any force, as if afraid of breaking something.
Gu Yunqing's body froze completely, and her mind went blank for a moment.
Then, he felt Jun Xiangbei lower his head and gently press his cool lips against his forehead.
A kiss.
Gentle, brief, and fleeting.
Like snowflakes falling on warm skin, fleeting yet leaving a clear and slightly cool sensation.
Jun Xiangbei quickly released him, took half a step back, and restored the normal distance.
His face remained expressionless, except for a very faint blush rising around his ears.
His eyes were clear and focused as he looked at Gu Yunqing, as if observing his reaction, or as if he simply wanted to imprint this moment in his mind.
Gu Yunqing stood there, stunned, the cool touch on her forehead still burning.
My heart was pounding uncontrollably in my chest, and a wave of heat spread up my neck.
"I..." Gu Yunqing heard his voice was a little dry. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.
Jun Xiangbei shook his head, his cold expression softening for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Next time, don't shoulder it all alone."
Having said that, he seemed to have used up all his courage, and was the first to look away, turning his gaze to the white light that was about to complete the teleportation.
Gu Yunqing looked at his profile, his slightly red earlobes, and his tightly pursed lips.
This man, in his own clumsy way, was expressing his most sincere feelings.
He suddenly felt that all his scheming and acting had become somewhat meaningless at this moment.
When the transmitted white light completely engulfed her vision, Gu Yunqing felt her hand being grasped by a cool but firm hand.
It is your hand facing north.
He didn't look at it, nor did he try to break free. He simply let that hand hold his, feeling the real warmth coming from the palm of his hand amidst the weightless sensation of the transmission.
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