The formation was broken, but time seemed to be running out, so the Sixth Prince remained calm—a calmness on the verge of death.
When certain of death, naturally, dragging one's opponent down with them would be enough to die with a smile.
The Sixth Prince felt that his group had achieved their goal; the moment the formation was activated, his only wish had been fulfilled, and was about to be fulfilled.
Just then, Qin Chuan smiled and looked up at the falling axe.
As the woman seemed about to do something, Qin Chuan gripped her hand tightly: "Don't act on your own; I'll settle accounts with you later."
Seven Stars Reversal!
Qin Chuan and the woman instantly switched places with the Sixth Prince and the others, and at that moment, the enormous, black axe fell from the sky.
The Sixth Prince was momentarily dazed, but not panicked, for he was a man destined to die, and nothing could now unsettle or frighten him.
However, his eyes quickly filled with terror, for he saw Qin Chuan and the woman, but the black axe was no longer above them.
He felt the shadow above him, realized something, and looked up to see what he had imagined—the last scene he would ever witness.
The heavens and earth collapsed, as if the world had been created anew, instantly reducing everything within to nothingness.
The Sixth Prince's trump card was terrifying, arguably incredibly terrifying, given that it came at the cost of life.
Yet, in the end, he died by his own trump card; one wonders what he was thinking before his death. All
was quiet now. The Sixth Prince arrived, and all his men remained, forever trapped here. The black giant axe was incredibly powerful; what kind of trump card was it? Qin Chuan didn't know.
Qin Chuan guessed it was related to the Heaven and Earth Collapse Formation, wondering if it was an extension of the formation or the Sixth Prince's trump card itself.
This Sixth Prince was a genius; if it was his pure trump card, it wasn't impossible. Even so, its power only came from within the Heaven and Earth Collapse Formation.
The woman turned to look at Qin Chuan, then suddenly embraced him tightly, saying nothing, standing quietly.
Qin Chuan panicked at first, but quickly calmed down, becoming completely still, his mind utterly free of distractions.
"Is it so hard for you to hug me?" the woman's voice softly rang out.
Qin Chuan smiled wryly and reached out to hug her. It wasn't that he didn't want to hug her before, but he was afraid to. It was like someone who had eaten garlic; asking him to kiss a woman he liked was something he simply didn't have the courage for.
Qin Chuan felt the same way now, but since the woman had spoken, he couldn't escape.
The woman curiously lifted her head from Qin Chuan's embrace. She was only half a head shorter than him, and now she looked up at him slightly.
A faint smile on her face, her beautiful face so close to his, made Qin Chuan's heart race uncontrollably, and
he felt an uncontrollable sense of inferiority. Whether a boy or a man, everyone has women in their lives who they feel are unattainable, goddesses. This might be a certain stage, but once that feeling for a woman disappears, it means she has been replaced by another woman, a new target has appeared.
Although the two were intimately embracing, their hearts were pure. Qin Chuan, needless to say, was truly clear-headed now; he was forcing himself to be clear-headed.
He felt a sense of awe towards this woman; this mindset was perfectly calm and undisturbed, which was entirely normal.
The woman, due to her own physical condition, didn't think much of it either. Holding Qin Chuan, she felt an indescribable closeness and comfort.
This was the first time she felt so peaceful and content; it was an indescribable state, and the woman loved this feeling and this time together.
"Qin Chuan, sometimes I think about it, and it really feels so strange. Why did I meet you? We were two completely unrelated people, but now we are..."
the woman said, looking at Qin Chuan with curiosity and a smile.
Qin Chuan knew she was expressing her feelings, and that he was now a source of comfort and support for her, a kind of emotional anchor.
Everyone has an emotional anchor, a pillar of support. These anchors can change, and it's not that difficult; they differ at different stages of life.
Some people have only one, some have several, even different kinds. But this woman was different. She slept for millennia, and when she awoke, the world had collapsed, everything had changed, and she was all alone. She had no emotional anchor, not even a person, not even a thought.
Everything was so abrupt, so out of place. Walking in this world, the woman was truly a walking corpse.
But now, because of various reasons and events, she felt Qin Chuan was different. He was all she could think about, and she was willing to sacrifice everything for him.
When she realized this, the woman was almost incredulous. She was a little confused, but only a little, because she wasn't afraid; she even liked this feeling.
"How about I protect you from now on?" the woman said.
Qin Chuan looked at her with a wry smile: "Although I like that phrase, and I like you protecting me, I still want to stand in front of you one day."
"Male chauvinist!" the woman softly snorted.