er circle of the battlefield, amidst a bloody carnage, a man covered in blood sat cross-legged, recuperating. A young woman with twin braids stood guard nearby, her expression weary but her eyes shone...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

The Xiuchen's eyes met, seeing the unwillingness in each other. Lu Ye said calmly, "You still aren't willing to give up"Time is running out. Even if the southern forces manage to seize the Spirit Ball, i...