"Run! Come on! He twisted his hair and shouted like madness, his face distorted by pain covered in blood and mud, "Running through the two realms, we still have hope!" ”

It was not the same ending he imagined, but it was supposed to be his last words before he died.

Cheng Jiao held the sandstone floor with one hand, and just getting up from the ground made her feel unbearable pain. The force that threw her out of mid-air was too strong for her to land in a protective position, and she could barely roll over to avoid the most fragile part of her head and neck. Now, the left side of the waist and abdomen hurts like a red-hot soldering iron, probably a few broken ribs. She looked down at the injury—the shoulder was still bloody, but the wound on her right leg had stopped, and the left foot was broken, but she could barely land on the ground.

Run!

Cheng Jiao gritted his teeth, pulled the last shred of strength from all the wounds, pain, and fear, and stumbled towards the two realms that flashed silver in front of him.

She tried to choose a path with fewer corpses. But as far as the eye can see, almost all the high and low stone ridges and raised hills are hung and covered with the war dead, not to mention the flat sandstone plains!

She leaned over and took a step forward with all her might, then dragged her injured left heel before taking the next step...... As she walked forward mechanically, the soles of her bare feet had lost their perception of the rough sandstone ground, as the hammer of pain was pounding at her all the time—the tearing pain of countless wounds on her body, the dull pain of broken bones, the burning of her mouth that could not squeeze out a trace of saliva, and her vision began to blur...... And that intense headache that drove her almost crazy!

She had already endured her headache and tried to summon Chiji many times, but there was no response.

Chiji is dead.

The thought that came to her didn't make her feel the pain of a knife, because the sight in front of her had torn her apart. Destroyed.

When he landed on the Isle of War, the grand occasion of the Zhichuan Legion's Chegu Ma Tong and the Star Banner Electric Halberd was still vivid, but in just two days, 80,000 soldiers turned into cold corpses in the seawater, into the stinking black smoke in the burning corpses, and into mottled flesh and blood on the sandstone plain!

Did I do it?

It's all caused by me! It's me who wants revenge! I missed it! It was I who was blind and deaf and led you into this catastrophe!

Cheng Jiao walked around a large broken red rock, tripped over something, and fell to the ground.

What tripped her was the white tiger's front paws.

The soles of a half-human-tall foot were facing Cheng Jiao's face, and the pink foot pads were covered with protruding red blood blisters, which looked like marks left by burns. The bloody holes in the three toes were still bubbling outward—the tips of the claws had been pulled out by force. The tips of the claws on the other two toes were snapped flush - they were once as sharp as steel blades. The white tiger's massive body lay on its side on the cracked ground, as if lava had gushed out of the cracks, as the fur on its spine close to the ground was all charred, revealing a blur of flesh.

Cheng Jiao stood up with the white tiger's body, and his palm could still feel a trace of temperature under its fur.

It's alive!

Hope was like a sudden ray of light in the endless darkness, urging her to walk quickly along the white tiger's collapsed body. But when she finally walked to the head of the white tiger, the light of hope was instantly extinguished. The white tiger's eyes were closed, and its barbed tongue hung limply from its half-open mouth. Cheng Jiao remembered clearly that when the huge mouth opened in front of her for the first time, revealing the double fangs inside and out, she was shocked and unable to move. But now, the fangs that could easily chew up the carriage were crooked or broken in the mouth, and the entire jaw was shattered and deformed.

The White Tiger is dead.

The huge head of the white tiger leaned back at an angle of looking behind him, and Cheng Jiao struggled to get around, and sure enough, he saw the corpses of Zhijiu Modiesha and Yingfu.

The two seemed to have died in hand-to-hand combat that tore each other apart after exhausting all their means and strength. Ying's face was downward, covered in blood. Chiku Modisa was lying on his side, his left ear missing, and almost half of his left face was missing.

All dead. Is this half avenging?

It wasn't until she heard her own sobbing and choking that Cheng Jiao realized that she was crying. She was alone, thirsty, hungry, and in pain, and despair had taken her hold.

Are you still running? Why run? Everybody's dead! Mother, Father, Yixin, Shating, Yun, Ryoko, Akari, Ran...... All dead! Dead! Where am I going to run alone? That's right, that kid still needs me, that's Hunt's flesh and blood, and I should do my best to protect him. But even if I can run through the Two Realms, can I still run out of the God of War Island? Will I be able to cross the rough waters of Glory and return to Poseidon Island to find him in the White Light Castle? What about finding him? If the only remaining Twin Gods Legion on the Five Islands can't protect him, what can I do? Anyway, everyone is going to die, but it's just the difference between dying two or three days early and dying two or three days later...... I should have died with Starfall, but I ...... I really want to die now......

Cheng Jiao gasped for air, her broken shoulder and left arm falling into her body like a thousand pounds of boulder. Just now she only felt that her arms were cold, but now she feels cold all over her body! The two realms were already close at hand, but she really couldn't walk. She wanted to stop, she wanted to lie down, to lie down on the fur of the white tiger's belly, which should be warm and comfortable by now. Sure, after a while the beast's corpse would freeze cold, but by then she would be dead and she wouldn't feel it.

The air in front of him rippled, and it wrinkled as if it was boiling!

He's coming!

The anger in his heart made Cheng Jiao stand up straight! She reached behind her back, where a broken blade of the Whaletooth Ripple Sword was hidden, and all she had was left was the weapon.

This is the last chance! If I could kill him......

Reality proves once again how futile her anger was. The other party seemed to just wave his hand, and the broken blade was pulled out by an irresistible force, and the blade slammed into the rock, and the night wind carried away a small spark.

Although they are all dead, lying down tired and dying in a sweet dream is a completely different ending from being stabbed by the enemy, and Cheng Jiao can't accept the latter anyway!

She retreated slowly, and the two realms were only a few steps away. But the other party has already raised the long knife!

She had oiled that knife, she had sharpened it, but she would never have imagined then that she was digging her own grave!

The blade of fate was raised high in front of her, falling slowly but surely.

The blade slashed, Cheng Jiao could no longer support his body, and leaned back, his eyes shining with cold light met her, and Ling Yan's killing intent rushed to his face!

At that moment, time seemed to form some kind of loop, and the past flashed back wildly in front of Cheng Jiao's eyes—the Golden Crow Courtyard, the Bundle Island, the Fragment Lake, the Bloodthirsty Forest, the Whale Wave City, the Eternal Forest, and the Weeping Castle...... Some people arranged her future without saying anything, some people left in a hurry without saying anything, some people invited her to swim in the galaxy together, some people promised her the universe, some people held hands with her in blood and fire, and some people pushed her into the abyss in laughter......

With a hurried glance before falling to the ground, she could not find the distant star in the firmament that was associated with her. But when she fell to the ground, the damp touch of her palms, back, and head made her understand that she had finally left the sandstone plain full of corpses and lay down in the silver flowers of the two realms. The slightly bitter aroma diluted the smell of flesh and blood, allowing her to breathe the last few mouthfuls of sweet air.

Before she died, she confirmed for the last time - it was a June night, a silver flower field on the border of the five islands, where she spent her childhood and adolescence. The mountains are full of flowers in spring, the grasslands are starry in summer, the leaves are falling in autumn, and the snow is full in winter.

This is the only planet in the universe and her irreplaceable home......