The Holy Daughter's expression grew even more solemn at these words.
She had been holding the line here for over an hour; in other words, according to normal time, the Catastrophe had already descended for an hour, yet there was still no news from Qin Feng's side. Even if he had failed, there should at least be word of him withdrawing from the Desolate World—but there was nothing.
She knew very well in her heart that this was a very bad sign.
Biting her lips, the Holy Daughter nodded slightly at Qi Ling, her expression grave and earnest.
If Qin Feng had really encountered some unimaginable accident, she would have to bear it all, and she would have to fulfill Qin Feng's last wish—follow Qi Ling and the others back to Hua Country, continue resisting the Catastrophe, and save this world.
This was Qin Feng's wish; even in death she had to help him realize it!
"Ling'er, I'm counting on you!"
Qi Ling said to Ling'er.
