The Spirit Mountain collapsed, and within moments became ruins, covered with countless bricks, tiles, and gravel, leaving a scene of devastation.
Inside the Jile World, it was silent, not a sound could be heard, resembling a deathly still grave, with no wind, no sound.
After an unknown amount of time, a hand suddenly extended from the ruins, clutching a Heavy Sword.
The next second, countless bricks and rubble scattered outwards as if exploded, as Yang Fei emerged from the ruins cradling An Zichen.
His figure soared high like a bullet, then expanded in the air and landed lightly.
In Yang Fei's arms, An Zichen's breath was weak, yet her cheeks were as bright and striking as embers.
Yang Fei placed her on the ground and dusted her off casually, An Zichen bit her lower lip and gently evaded Yang Fei's hand.
Seeing her unappreciative, Yang Fei forced a dry smile.
"What are you doing? Wasn't I saving you?"
