Yun Yang walked over quickly and grabbed Qiu Jianhan's hand. Without a word, he cultivated the Endless Divine Art and slowly transferred the overflowing vitality into Old Marshal Qiu's body. Only then did he begin to inspect Qiu Jianhan's current injuries in detail.
Yun Yang could not help sucking in a breath of cold air even though he was a veteran of the battlefield.
The old marshal had taken the lead, not avoiding danger. There were indeed many wounds on his body, but more than ninety percent of them were flesh wounds. Other than having Bai Yixue's protection, the old marshal's cultivation base was extraordinary as well, so it was not a big deal that he had not sustained any other serious injuries.
There was only one fatal injury that had caused him to fall into such a state, but this one serious injury was enough to kill him!
The arrow had been shot at the vital point of his left chest, piercing through his front and back. If one were to look at it from the surface, the wound could be said to have gone straight through his heart.
How could a careless man be so fortunate?
Fortunately, Yun Yang knew that Bai Yixue had managed to block the sudden fatal arrow at the last moment when it was about to hit its target. It was fortunate that the slight delay had caused the arrow to deviate a little when it pierced Qiu Jianhan's chest. Just a little, just a little!
Otherwise, Qiu Jianhan would have died on the spot.
Even so, Qiu Jianhan was still hovering on the edge of life and death. Perhaps, it could be said that half of his foot was already in the jaws of death, and it would be difficult for him to turn back!
Even when Yun Yang saw it now, he was not confident.
Yun Yang tried his best to save Qiu Jianhan, but after an hour of cultivating the Endless Divine Art, Qiu Jianhan's injuries did not seem to improve at all.
The Endless Divine Art that Yun Yang had high hopes for and had always been successful seemed to have lost its effect today.
Even the rate of his pulse did not increase, not even by a little.
Qiu Jianhan was still lying in silence like before, but Yun Yang could clearly feel that the old marshal's remaining vitality was slipping away bit by bit.
It was as if life no longer belonged to this old and severely injured body.
Of course, Yun Yang was unwilling to give up just like that. Other than continuing to cultivate the Endless Divine Art, he had also used all the superior spiritual medicine and superior medicine he had. However, this could only slightly slow down the loss of Qiu Jianhan's vitality; it could not actually stop it.
At this moment, Yun Yang was filled with extreme hatred.
He hated himself for losing the Nine Supremes' power at such a crucial moment!
He hated himself even more for not being able to open his own Divine Sense Space even though his cultivation had already recovered!
If he could open up the space and restore his connection with Emmie, Qiu Jianhan could be saved with Emmie's air of vitality!
With Emmie's help, even if the old marshal had breathed his last breath, Yun Yang was confident that he could save him as long as it did not take long.
In spite of this, Yun Yang could only watch as his most respected elder slowly passed away in front of him. He could do nothing but sigh helplessly.
The frustration of being powerless but unable to do anything almost drove Yun Yang mad.
Behind him, everyone watched Yun Yang's rescue in silence. Everyone held their breaths, afraid that the slightest movement would disturb Yun Yang. Everyone's eyes were gleaming with hope. They hoped that Yun Yang could create another legend and save the old marshal.
Fu Baoguo, Marquis Yun, Wang Dingguo, Shangguan Lingxiu, Bai Yixue, the four noble young masters …
Everyone here shared the same thought, but in the end, they could only see Yun Yang's back, which had always been as straight as a sword, slowly slumping, as if he had lost all his strength and could no longer continue.
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"How is the old marshal? Is he getting better? " Fu Baoguo's voice was filled with anxiety. When he asked this question that was meant to test Yun Yang's luck, his heart sank instead.
He had already seen the glaring wound on Qiu Jianhan's body.
This kind of injury was a fatal injury, a serious injury that could not be cured!
No matter how profound his cultivation base was, he would still die from such a grievous injury.
There was no chance of a fluke!
The reason why the old marshal was still alive was because he still had a breath left in him. If this breath was gone, he could die at any moment. The dim and radiant path was different.
Marquis Yun, Bai Yixue, and the others looked extremely grim. Shangguan Lingxiu's eyes were already glistening with tears.
Her eyes were glued to Yun Yang's face.
Among everyone present, other than Fang Mofei, only Shangguan Lingxiu knew Yun Yang's real identity.
Initially, Shangguan Lingxiu had pinned all her hopes on him.
To her, there should be nothing in this world that the Nine Supremes Lords could not do. Take today's battle for example. Their side had fallen into a hopeless situation, but Yun Yang's arrival had turned the tables, opening a path of survival in the midst of death. The counterattack from breaking the siege was immediate!
In spite of this, everyone could see Yun Yang's dilemma. Shangguan Lingxiu still hoped that Yun Yang could say that there was hope for the old marshal to survive. If even Yun Yang could not do anything about it, then there would be no turning back!
Yun Yang knelt in silence, his face pale and his gaze dull. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yun Yang's injury had not fully healed. His hasty journey had already violated the taboo of an injured person. Then, he had charged into the battlefield and engaged in a fierce battle, especially the intense fight with the Ma-i Sect's two experts, which had worsened his condition to the point where he could no longer bear the burden.
In spite of this, Yun Yang's only hope was that nothing would happen to the old marshal and that the Fortress of Resilience would not fall.
Now, the latter had become a reality. Although the former still had a breath left, it was only a breath. It could even be gone at any moment. Both of these hopes were about to become a bubble!
How could Yun Yang not be mentally and physically exhausted? He had tried hard just now, wanting to open up a space to connect to Emmie and fight for the old marshal's life. However, the space still seemed to have disappeared completely and Emmie did not respond.
In the past, the strange energy that flowed around his body like his arms and fingers could not be used at all.
The power of vitality.
The power of meteorite.
The power of the nation's fate.
The Endless Divine Art's power to eradicate evil and promote kindness.
As long as any one of these forces could be mobilized, Yun Yang was confident that he could stabilize Qiu Jianhan's injuries. At the very least, he would not die immediately.
However, all these forces were sealed in his deific consciousness space. He could not contact or mobilize them at all.
Yun Yang's heart sank as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
Could it be that he had to face the painful experience of losing a close friend again?
Thinking of this, his vision darkened. His emotions were unusually agitated, causing his old and new injuries to flare up at the same time. He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood and almost fainted.
"There's no other way, I can't do anything …" Yun Yang's weak voice was like a hammer that hammered into everyone's hearts.
Everyone felt their hearts wrench in pain; Shangguan Lingxiu's tears streamed down her cheeks.
Even the Nine Supremes Lords were helpless. Was the old marshal hopeless?
Fu Baoguo lowered his head abruptly, the muscles on his face spasming as he fell to his knees. His forehead was pressed against the ground as tears streamed down his cheeks soundlessly.
As Fu Baoguo fell to his knees, the tent was plunged into a sorrowful atmosphere.
"Cough …"
A faint cough sounded abruptly. Everyone turned towards the source of the sound through their teary eyes. Qiu Jianhan who was lying on the bed suddenly coughed, his chest rising and falling violently. Then, his eyes that had been shut for a long time opened.
However, the Old Marshal's breathing grew more and more rapid, like a pair of bellows blowing against his chest.
At this critical juncture, Qiu Jianhan had miraculously woken up.
The old marshal opened his eyes slowly, his gaze still a little dazed as if he was thinking about something. However, when he saw the few faces above him, his gaze shone faintly.
His lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something.
Shangguan Lingxiu pressed her ear closer quickly but could only hear Qiu Jianhan's voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, barely audible. It was as if he had used up all his remaining strength to finally say, "Yun … Yun Yang … is … here?"
Shangguan Lingxiu nodded, her eyes teary. "He's here, he's here … he just arrived … he saved us from the siege …"
The old marshal's eyes shone brightly as if he was suddenly invigorated. His voice grew slightly louder as well, "Everyone … get out … Yun … Yang … stays …"
The old man's pale face miraculously flushed with a few traces of red.
In spite of this, everyone present understood that this was the final radiance of a dying man. The old marshal … did not have long to live!
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