Yinxie lay on the ground, his body twitching slightly as if making a final struggle. He tried to muster all his strength to push himself up, but every effort was in vain. His limbs no longer obeyed him, and he could only collapse limply onto the earth.
His consciousness gradually faded, and the scene before him blurred, as if his life were ebbing away along with this defeat. A dead silence hung over the battlefield, broken only by Yinxie's weak, labored breathing echoing in the quiet air—like a mournful song recounting his tragic end.
Xuanyuan Chen and Murong Guan helped each other to their feet, their weary faces glowing with the joy of victory. As they looked at Yinxie's wretched state, their hearts held not a shred of pity, only a steadfast commitment to justice and the pride of triumph.
Chapter 82