Echoes of the Past

When the heavens shattered, the battlefield fell into a deadly silence. Everyone held their breath, watching as the destructive energy around Ling Yue reached its peak.

"Don't touch her!" Yan Xi shouted, but it was too late. Yun Zhi dashed forward, using his Celestial Pull to restrain her. The moment his power touched Ling Yue, he was flung backward, coughing up blood.

Bai Xuan's eyes sharpened.

"We can't let this go on. If the seal breaks completely, she'll be lost forever."

Ren Yue raised her poisoned arrows, but Mo Ye lifted a hand to stop her.

"We're not killing her. Not yet."

Then, for the briefest moment, Ling Yue's body trembled, and something flickered in her eyes—fear.

Yan Xi saw it. A spark of hope ignited within him.

"Ling Yue! You're still in there! Come back!"

But the sky had turned gray, and lightning rained down in endless waves. Just when they thought all was lost, a distant bell rang.

The sound echoed across the battlefield.

It was a call from the past.

For a single moment, the chaos in Ling Yue's eyes stilled.

And in that moment, the tide of battle shifted.