There was no time for self-reproach; she dashed towards the place where Ba Lv's figure had vanished.
Yanran's tears flowed down as she saw Ba Lvluo's entire body covered in dirt and gravel, with only one hand exposed, its slender, pale fingers curled in and the wrist limply hanging down.
Yanran could hardly believe her eyes, she sobbed, recklessly flinging herself forward, starting to scoop away the mud covering Ba Lv.
The buried body of Ba Lv slowly emerged.
Ba Lv's petite frame curled up, as if that was the only way she could minimize the damage inflicted upon her, her face buried in the crook of her elbow, silent and motionless.
A gentle breeze blew past, causing her hair to sway softly.
Yanran knelt weakly beside her, she hadn't expected the battle to have such dire consequences, making her lose her best friend.
The battle continued, but she had already lost her fighting spirit.
A hand suddenly shoved her aside.
