Searching through the ruins and debris with his gaze, he saw the gigantic void left in the center, still emitting a heart-pounding sight.
This was the residue of scarlet particles firing, and the only thing capable of wielding such a weapon on the ground was the most advanced cha, which caused an intense unease in him.
Was there anyone else alive? Despite the pain, he leapt up, searching through the smoking ruins, and finally found a lock of erald green hair sticking out of the rocks.
It was Que Lin. He jumped down, cleared away the stones, and helped up his also injured companion.
The Healing Technique erged in the palm of his hand, providing ergency treatnt to Que Lin, alleviating the injuries.
"Cough, cough..." With a soft cough, Que Lin slowly awakened, looking around in a daze.
"Where are we?" She still didn't understand what had happened.
"It's an assault. Even though we don't know why us, it was a preditated attack, and the opponent must be using the most advanced cha weaponry," Biao Xing analyzed calmly.
"cha..." Que Lin suddenly recalled sothing, standing up.
"It's the Captain. Yes, it must be him," she said excitedly.
"Captain? What's up with Kuman?" Biao Xing couldn't understand.
"I saw it that day when we departed. I saw the driving suit in his bag. Initially, I thought he was just in the habit of putting that set of clothes in his luggage, but it was definitely preditated," Que Lin eagerly recounted the scene she saw that day.
"But why would the Captain turn against us..."
Before they could figure it out, a familiar figure slowly descended from the sky, yet the familiar face now emitted an overwhelmingly unfamiliar aura.
Her hair scattered in the wind, and the bright sunshine filtering through the sparse buildings of the high tower fell on her body, forming a play of light and shadow. Three wide pairs of translucent wings slowly unfolded behind this girl, each pair as thin as a cicada's wings, with circuit-like patterns flowing gradients of light through them, making her appear particularly sacred and remote.
It was as if a song from the far end of ti and space resonated in everyone's mind, from this valley to the distant oasis, spreading across the lands and small towns.
One layer of invisible ripples spread out, and the spiritual will flowing within made everyone feel waves of sadness and sorrow.
So people stopped working because of it, so people recalled the past because of it, and so people silently prayed because of it.
[For the regret of bygone tis, people pray day and night]
[Finally, the silvery moonlight rises over the Aijieka Sea]
The azure sky was cloudless at this mont, and the spotless firmant hung down countless fine white threads, forming one complicated gear and symbol after another.
Within these hanging threads, a phantom of a white moon slowly manifested.
Afterwards, everything in the world began to flow backward, like a clock running in reverse.
Rocks returned to their places, lted bricks condensed once again, droplets of fiery liquid flew from the ground to the sky, and scattered bloodstains rejoined the body.
The atoms that sublimated and evaporated reassembled from all directions, gathering in front of him, finally reforming into that fiery red-haired figure.
With both hands open, Tilan gently caught the falling Prin, who was still unconscious, but with proper treatnt and care, there would always be a day of awakening.
Her fingers passed through the fiery red ponytail, and Tilan recalled many past events, those friends and companions who once spent ti with her.
Unknowingly, one by one, you have all left , Ores, Blanchi, Shui Yanqing, Prin, Jian Xin'er, Luo Fenghua, Idrylia, Evelyn...
These once familiar faces of fellow songstresses gradually vanished from her life, leaving her alone now.
A magnificent pillar of deep crimson light was fired once more from the distance, leaving no reaction ti from the mont it lit up to when it arrived. However, this ti the deep crimson light flow was blocked by a spherical transparent barrier, leaving only fierce and dazzling sparks.
The diffused deep crimson heat flow exploded outside the barrier, scattering, turning into crimson rain threads that evaporated through the high towers below, forming one scorched hole after another.
"It was actually blocked." Biao Xing said in shock, supporting Que Lin.
To resist the attack of the most advanced cha with a single person's strength—this scene shattered their imagination.
"That girl is... Prin." At this mont, Que Lin recognized who Tilan was holding.
"No wonder... No wonder we were attacked." Que Lin said blankly, never expecting that the Federation's most renowned and powerful songstress would travel with them.
"Kill her, Que Lin, that's an order." An urgent voice ca through her earphones.
Biao Xing wondered who it could be, giving such a crazy order, but the Que Lin he was supporting had already taken action. She broke free from Biao Xing's support, stumbled onto the platform, aid her palm at Tilan not far away, and a silver needle shot out from the bone of her wrist.
This was a special weapon developed by the giant corporation 'Eye of Death Song.' The fine silver needle could penetrate any barrier constructed by Extraordinary Magic Power, and the poison within the silver needle was incurable.
However, as if sensing her action, the girl holding Prin turned her head, and the floating hair happened to block the path of the silver needle.
The seemingly soft and fragile hair was not pierced by the silver needle. Instead, the needle shattered upon impact, becoming scattered silver fragnts.
How could this be possible? Que Lin was filled with disbelief, but ti didn't allow her to think further as the voice in the earphones ordered her again.
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