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The battle came swiftly and ended just as quickly, lasting only a short duration before Mo Zilin and his companions were all defeated by Gu Chen.
At this moment, the field fell into a profound silence, with not even a bird chirping, as the warriors remained immersed in the aftermath of the recent battle, their hearts filled with a complex mix of emotions, unable to extricate themselves.
"Brother Zilin!"
Then, Yang Mingyue of the Heavenly Saber Sect let out a startled cry and ran toward Mo Zilin, who lay on the ground, long unable to get up.
Mo Zilin was covered in blood, with numerous broken bones throughout his body, displaced internal organs causing waves of burning pain, and his chest rising and falling ever so faintly.
Seeing this, Yang Mingyue grew even more frantic, repeatedly calling out, "Brother Zilin, Brother Zilin, how are you? Look at me, how are you..."