The battle in Yudu came to a close with Liu Zixuan emerging victorious.
Though it was a victory, Liu Zixuan felt not even a hint of joy, for the price paid was too heavy.
The severe injuries of his brothers, the uncertain fate of Jiang Yunxuan, and the total obliteration of his clone weighed heavily upon his heart.
He wished he hadn't broken through to the Life and Death Realm, then the clone wouldn't have died. He wished he wasn't the key figure in this battle, or even involved in this martial calamity, so that all this pain wouldn't exist.
But, there's no such thing as "what if," nor "but."
All of this is unfolding right before him.
"Looks like I arrived a step too late!"
Just as Liu Zixuan prepared to heal Zhao Yi and others, Jiang Yifan suddenly appeared from the other side.
He no longer carried his usual grandeur, his face weary and a few conspicuous injuries marked his body. He walked over slowly: "You broke through?"
