Ling Chen dragged his mangled body step by step toward the Fifth Bridge.
This time, his injuries were severe. The Chaos Emperor had torn off one of his arms, and that chaotic energy clung to the stump like marrow-deep rot, relentlessly eroding his flesh and causing his aura to grow ever fainter.
Every step he took felt as if it drained the last of his strength. Even the void beneath his feet had become impossibly heavy, as if he were wading through thick mud. The surrounding Space was deathly silent; nothing echoed but Ling Chen’s heavy, labored footsteps and the sight of the bridge looming ahead.
"Guo-er! Don't go any further! Come back!" On Blue Star, the Seven Fairies couldn't help but cry out upon seeing this scene.
"Guo-er?" The other six sisters cast questioning glances.
"I misspoke, let me try again! Ling Chen, hurry back!" The Seventh Fairy’s face flushed as she quickly corrected herself. "I was binge-watching *The Return of the Condor Heroes* recently; seeing his severed arm just made me slip up..." she explained awkwardly.
"Have you been spending too much time with Ling Chen? You've become a total goofball," the Third Fairy retorted.
"Hehe, whatever! Just look at who’s on the Fifth Bridge!" The Seventh Fairy hurriedly changed the subject.
After attaining godhood, one could regrow severed limbs. Compared to Ling Chen's physical state, she was far more worried about whether his divine soul had been damaged, as that would be irreversible.
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Chapter 280