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Stones dropped down continuously, and the hole was quickly filled up by sand and soil. To make matters worse, a huge stone on the ceiling that was at least half a tonne suddenly loosened and crashed down!

The spot that the huge stone was crashing down on was directly where Meng Fuyao would pass by the hole. She could do nothing to stop her momentum and could only anticipate herself getting smashed into a flat patty.

Zhan Beiye suddenly pounced over and pointing his sword and sheath up vertically, he carried the weight of the stone on his shoulders and his weapon, blocking its downward fall.

Splash!

A mouthful of blood splattered on the huge stone.

The mass of the stone was far more than 1,000 kg. Adding on to that the weight that comes from the downward momentum, even Zhan Beiye who was bestowed with great strength had to vomit blood as a result of the force.

Amongst the sound of scattered stones and sand, there was a slight creak coming from Zhan Beiye's sword that was forcefully bent by the weight of the stone, or it could also have been the sound of Zhan Beiye's bones creaking under pressure. However, Zhan Beiye stayed where he was, and at the corner of his mouth where there was still fresh blood stains, a new streak of blood flowed out.

The soldier that pushed Meng Fuyao also rushed over. He used his weapon and his shoulder to carry the weight of the stone, just like how Zhan Beiye did.

The sand in the hole spilled as Meng Fuyao squeezed past it. Using one hand, Zhan Beiye pulled her to the safe zone.

Ji Yu similarly tried to squeeze out of the hole, but he was too late. The huge stone suddenly fell, its sharp tip pointing directly towards Ji Yu's left arm.

There was a sound of bones cracking, as Ji Yu's left arm was pressed under the stone.

The color drained from Ji Yu's face, but he did not look at his arm at all. Determinedly, he pushed Zhan Beiye away and pulled out the sword that was about to break.

As the sword was flung away, clattering on the floor of the passageway, Zhan Beiye staggered back and spat out another mouthful of blood.

A ray of another sword flashed by.

Blood splattered all over.

Ji Yu had chopped away his left arm.

Right after, with a flip, he rolled onto the ground.

The huge stone landed with a crash, splitting the passageway into two and forever sealing it.

Ji Yu's left arm was eternally left in the passageway of the Gun Tribe's tomb.

Left behind with his arm was the soldier who was on the other side of the huge stone. It was destined that he would not survive right from the moment that he pushed Meng Fuyao.

Ji Yu pushed against the huge stone, not caring about the blood oozing out from his left shoulder. He hit the stone with all his might and screamed, ”Three! Three!”

There was no voice coming from the opposite side, only a faint commotion.

Meng Fuyao ran over and placed her ear against the stone. Vaguely, she heard muffled sounds of struggling, thumping, gasping and a horrifying yell.

What happened on the other side?

What appeared in the other half of the passageway that was separated by the huge stone?

The soldier left behind, the one who gave her his only chance to survive, what did he encounter?

Was it not just the flow of sand that could bury people alive?

Listening to the petrifying gasps and hollers, he must have seen something so scary that he could not tolerate. As a person who was waiting for his death, and an elite of the Black Wind Horses who had killed countless people, what could terrorize him to such an extent?

Fear of the unknown made her imagination run wild.

Meng Fuyao grabbed tightly on the huge stone and imagined how lonely, bitter and horrified he felt while facing the empty passageway, a tragic ending, the appearance of something petrifying and a hopeless struggle.

Her heart was bleeding in pain and blood rushed up to her throat. She banged her head against the huge stone, without knowing why she did that. It was as though this was the only way to alleviate the pain in her heart, but no matter how much she banged, she could not save him. She could only watch and ”listen” to him fighting to his very last breath in terror.

A warm palm suddenly appeared in front of the huge stone, and her head crashed heavily into it.

That palm, which had blood stained with ash, cushioned her head and stopped her self-abuse.