487 Terminal Lucidity (1/2)

Yun Yang walked over quickly, grasped Qiu Jianhan's hand in his own and activated the Endless Divine Art without a second thought. He delivered the force of vitality into Old Marshal Qiu slowly before he began to carefully check on his injuries.

Even though he was no stranger to the battlefield, Yun Yang could not help sucking in a cold breath as he poked and prodded.

The old marshal had fought in the frontline without attempting to avoid danger and threats; he had been gashed and was peppered with a multitude of wounds, but more than ninety percent of his injuries were external. Besides having Bai Yixue as his guard, the old marshal's cultivation base was decent and it seemed that he was not seriously hurt.

There was actually only one injury that had put him in this current state, but that single wound was serious enough to be fatal.

He had taken the arrow in his left chest and it had blown a hole clear through his body. If one were to take a surface glance at the wound, it would seem that his heart had been stabbed. How could a person survive without a heart?

Thankfully, Yun Yang knew that the lethal arrow had been slightly deflected by Bai Yixue just as it was about to hit home. Thanks to the deflection, the arrow had slightly deviated as it burrowed into Qiu Jianhan's chest.

If it had not been for that tiny deflection, Qiu Jianhan would have died on the spot. There was simply no chance of survival.

Even then, Qiu Jianhan was pacing the border of life and death now. Perhaps, it was more accurate to say that he had mostly stepped into death's door; the chance to save him was remarkably low.

Yun Yang was not confident as he looked at the old marshal's current state. He had tried his best to save him, but Qiu Jianhan's injury did not improve in the slightest after an hour of the Endless Divine Art flowing through him. The art that Yun Yang had put much of his faith on and had always worked, seemed to lose its effect today. Not even the wounded man's pulse turned the least bit stronger.

Qiu Jianhan still lay in silence, but Yun Yang could feel the remains of his life being drained away. It was as if life no longer belonged to this aged and severely wounded body.

Yun Yang was unwilling to give up just like that. Other than the continuous channeling of the Endless Divine Art, he had used all the top-graded medicine he possessed, but all these had done was only to slow down the speed of life seeping away from Qiu Jianhan. They could not stop it in entirety.

At this moment, Yun Yang truly hated himself. Oh, how he resented himself! To be bereft of the Nine Supremes' power at such a critical juncture! How he loathed himself for the fact that despite his recovery of cultivation base, he was still unable to open his deific consciousness!

If he could activate the space and reconnect with Emmie, Qiu Jianhan would be saved, using Emmie's air of vitality! With Emmie's help, Yun Yang was confident he could get Qiu Jianhan back even if his breathing had stopped, as long as not too much time had passed.

In spite of it, Yun Yang could only watch his most respected elder slowly drained away right before his eyes and he could do nothing about it. The helpless sense of defeat almost maddened Yun Yang.

Behind him, everyone watched Yun Yang's attempt at rescue quietly. All of them had bated breath, afraid that the slightest movement would disrupt Yun Yang; they all wore gazes flickering with hope, hoping that Yun Yang could write another legend and actually save the old marshal.

Fu Baoguo, Marquis Yun, Wang Dingguo, Shangguan Lingxiu, Bai Yixue, the four young masters… all of them shared the same thought and intent but ultimately, they saw Yun Yang's back that had always been straight like a sword slowly crumble, as if had lost all his strength and could no longer go on…

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”How is the old marshal? Is there any improvement?” Fu Baoguo's voice was laced with extreme distress; even as the hopeful question was uttered, his heart actually sunk.

He could see the glaring wound on Qiu Jianhan now. Such an injury must be fatal, one that could not be salvaged! No matter how strong a person's cultivation base, it must be deadly to bear such a serious wound – there was no chance at all, and luck would have very little say in this.

For Old Marshal to still be alive, all he had was his last breath. If the last breath was gone as well, he would be on his way to the underworld.

Marquis Yun, Bai Yixue, and the others looked grim while Shangguan Lingxiu's eyes were already dotted with tears. She stared unblinkingly at Yun Yang. Other than Fang Mofei, only Shangguan Lingxiu, among those who were there, knew of Yun Yang's true identity.

Shangguan Lingxiu had placed all her hope on him. To her, there was nothing in this world that the Nine Supremes Lords could not do. Just like today's battle, they were already at an impasse, but Yun Yang's arrival had forcefully overturned the situation, breaking a path of survival and effectively challenging the siege.

While everyone could see that Yun Yang was troubled now, Shangguan Lingxiu was still hoping for him to say that it was alright; then, Old Marshal still had hope, he could still live. However, if Yun Yang could do nothing… then the situation was truly hopeless!