The battle in the valley had reached its white-hot stage. The cries of battle and the clashing of weapons intertwined, deafening to the ears.
Covered in blood and with his clothes in tatters, Lin Feng still stood like a god of war in the center of the battlefield. His gaze was resolute and sharp, and the long sword in his hand swept about with ferocious force. Every attack carried boundless fury and absolute resolve. Sweat mixed with blood streamed down his cheeks, yet his movements showed not the slightest sluggishness; instead, he grew increasingly fierce.
Not far away, Liu Yan stood as the magical light around her flickered like brilliant stars. Rays of purifying light shot from her hands, healing the injuries of their wounded companions while simultaneously causing a degree of disruption to the enemies. Her gaze remained fixed on Lin Feng's figure, silently praying for his safety.
Chapter 21