When the chilling voice echoed through the battlefield, it felt as if time had come to a standstill. Countless people held their breath, incredulously turning towards the source of the sound.

A figure in a billowing black robe stepped through the void, cradling the blood-soaked and sorrowful Dongfang Liuli with one arm, while holding a sword in the other.

Just standing there motionless, he made the twelve Morning Glow Great Beings in front of him hesitate to advance even a single step.

"Qingzhou..." Dongfang Liuli's vision blurred, her consciousness fading. She forgot her surroundings, forgot the difference in their statuses, and clung to Meng Qingzhou's neck with all her might. Closing her beautiful eyes, she nuzzled his chest, murmuring wearily: