I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

However, the physical pain was nothing compared to the coldness and despair in my heart.

Luo Yang has disappeared.

At the epicenter of that devastating explosion, not a single body remained.

They gave their all, sacrificing Luo Yang, but what they gained was not victory, but the awakening of a deeper, more indescribable terror beneath the earth!

The oppressive aura, like that of an ancient ferocious beast awakening, was cold and deathly still, carrying a law-like force of repulsion and devouring, making him tremble from the depths of his soul.

"We...we didn't succeed at all..."

His own voice, distorted with shock, echoed in his mind. Looking at Ye Chuhan, who was on the verge of death beside him, a profound sense of powerlessness almost overwhelmed him.

Ye Chuhan's situation was even more tragic.

He collapsed to the ground, almost completely losing consciousness.

In order to maintain the Wind and Fire Wheels and the final Wind Control Technique, he overdrawn too much of his original power, and the backlash from the collapse of the Wind and Fire Wheels severely damaged his sea of ​​consciousness and meridians.

His face was ashen, like a sheet of paper, and his breath was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

His mouth and clothes were covered in a mixture of dried and fresh blood, proof of severe internal injuries.

He would occasionally twitch slightly due to severe physical pain or involuntary spasms, but he was unable to wake up.

Ji Zhou moved his body with difficulty and placed his equally trembling hand on Ye Chuhan's back.

He could no longer muster any spiritual energy to heal Ye Chuhan. He could only futilely try to transmit a little bit of warmth while warily sensing the omnipresent, slow but resolute devouring force outside the rock crevice that was slowly but surely eroding everything.

He felt that the remaining life force he and Ye Chuhan had was slipping away little by little, like sand in an hourglass.

Outside the crevice in the rock, there was a deafening roar that shook the earth and a suffocating sense of oppression.

Within the crevice of the rock lies a deathly silence and a gradually approaching end.

Despair, like cold mud, enveloped him tightly, dragging him into the abyss of darkness.

He raised his head, looking into the depths of despair, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered, "You think this is all you've got? You think you can make me admit my mistakes and beg for mercy? Dream on! I will never submit to you like this!"

"besides……"

He yelled at the air around him, "Luo Yang! Get your ass out here right now! Stop playing tricks, I know you're not dead!"

However, no one in the air paid any attention to him.

Only a few surviving disciples of the Qingcheng Imperial Law Sect coughed and stared at Jizhou as if they had seen a ghost.

Gradually, the entire earth seemed to be angered by Jizhou's words, and began to tremble with an eerie aura...

"Boom--!!"

Suddenly! The earth roared even more violently, and the violent shaking almost made people lose their footing!

Originating from the central crater, countless new cracks ripped open menacingly, and dense, chilling death energy surged forth from the ground as if it were a tangible substance, causing the devouring power permeating the air to suddenly increase several times over!

Large chunks of rock began to fall from the top of the crevice. Ji Zhou's pupils contracted, and with his last bit of strength, he pushed the unconscious Ye Chuhan deeper into the rock face, while he curled up to withstand the falling rocks.

"boom!"

A fist-sized rock slammed into his back, making his vision go black and a metallic taste rise in his throat, which he swallowed back down.

He felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and the icy, swallowing sensation was like countless fine needles piercing his bone marrow, frantically draining his remaining life force and body temperature.

His thoughts began to stagnate, his vision blurred, and all he could hear was the earth-shaking roar and the desperate cries of the Qingcheng Yufa Sect disciples.

He knew that the thing underground was increasingly focusing its attention on this place, on them, the few remaining food scraps.

"I can't...I can't sleep..."

He bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain brought him back to his senses for a moment.

He can't fall. Ye Chuhan is still here. He promised Ming-ge that he would complete the mission and return alive...

Consciousness sank and floated in the cold and darkness. If this continued, neither he nor Ye Chuhan would last more than a quarter of an hour.

The entity underground seemed to have locked onto them, its devouring power like an invisible tide, each wave stronger than the last.

"The pills... Ye Chuhan's storage ring..."

A thought flashed through his almost stagnant mind like lightning.

As the Holy Son of Qingfeng Yumen, how could Ye Chuhan not have any life-saving elixirs on him!

The instinct for survival overwhelmed the excruciating pain and numbness in his body. With all his might, Jizhou reached out with trembling hands and groped for Ye Chuhan's fingers, where a seemingly simple storage ring was worn.

Normally, a simple thought would be enough to activate it, but at this moment, it felt like an insurmountable weight to him.

His fingers, weakened and cold, became unresponsive and slipped off several times.

He let out a low growl, and almost by sheer willpower, he forcibly gathered a wisp of extremely weak spiritual energy, reaching for the ring like a flickering candle in the wind.

"Open...open!" he shouted in his heart.

Perhaps sensing its owner's impending death, the storage ring glowed slightly, its resistance much weaker than usual.

Jizhou's spiritual power, like a trickle, finally managed to penetrate into it with difficulty.

He didn't bother to examine the dazzling array of treasures inside; all his attention was focused on the jade bottles and boxes that emitted a rich medicinal fragrance and spiritual light.

He recognized several of them.

There are Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pills to save lives, Life-Creating Pills to quickly restore spiritual power, and Jade Marrow Muscle-Regenerating Powder to treat internal organ injuries...

"Ye Chuhan, wake up! Don't die! You can be saved!" Ji Zhou was overjoyed, but he didn't dare to hesitate for a moment.

With a thought, he took out almost all the pills he recognized and felt were useful, without any regard for anything else!

In an instant, pills and powders of various colors fell around him and Ye Chuhan, and the rich medicinal fragrance temporarily dispelled some of the nauseating deathly aura.

Ji Zhou grabbed a Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill the size of a longan, emitting a soft white light, and without hesitation stuffed it into Ye Chuhan's slightly open mouth. With his last bit of strength, he held up Ye Chuhan's chin and helped him swallow it.

Then, he picked up a crimson Life-Creating Pill and inserted it into the same container.

After doing all this, he was so exhausted that he was almost collapsing.

But he dared not stop, and grabbed a few more pills with similar effects, stuffing them into his mouth without even looking at them.

The elixir melted upon entering the mouth, transforming into warm currents that flowed into the nearly depleted meridians and damaged internal organs.

A powerful life-giving medicinal force erupted simultaneously within him and Ye Chuhan!

Ye Chuhan's ashen face regained a barely perceptible flush at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her breathing, which had been so weak it was almost stopped, became slightly stronger.

Although still unconscious, the signs of life were no longer fading into the abyss as rapidly as before.

Jizhou breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a surge of warmth rising from his dantian, dispelling some of the biting cold.

The parched meridians felt like they had been blessed with rain after a long drought, sending waves of tingling and itching sensations through them, and my strength returned a little bit.