Chapter 1908: A Distant Call in 2007

Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe’s hearts tightened, their minds blank, unable to continue watching.

"That idiot!" An Xiaxin cursed through gritted teeth from the top of the temple. She too noticed Han Yan’s abnormality, guessing Ling Baobao’s intention, but did he think this could stop Han Yan? It was nothing more than a meaningless sacrifice.

An Xiaxin tried to prop herself up, wanting to intervene and stop Han Yan with all her might, but she half rose before collapsing weakly to the ground.

Staring at Han Yan’s ice-cold gaze and the longsword seemingly stained with blood, then at Ling Baobao’s resolute and unrepentant expression, An Xiaxin was overwhelmed with tears.

Ling Baobao wore a bitter smile; given the choice, who wishes to die easily? He too wanted to use his strength to restrain Han Yan, prevent her from continuing the carnage, but the problem was, he simply didn’t have that ability.

"Han Yan, we’re friends, remember? We’re friends!" Ling Baobao looked into Han Yan’s eyes, his expression so honest and unwavering.

Due to his unique status, he had few friends growing up. Even those genuinely warm to him harbored reservations upon learning his identity. To tell the truth, Han Yan was his first true friend, unbound by status or position, sometimes not even considering him important, which made this friendship pure and precious.

Thus, he was determined not to let Han Yan be controlled by her desire for slaughter, unwilling to see her commit acts she would regret for life.

In Han Yan’s eyes filled with killing intent, a trace of confusion flickered, softening slightly, and her sword force slowed.

Noticing this subtle change, Ling Baobao felt a glimmer of hope, and Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe along with others let out a long sigh.

But soon, they realized that the softness in Han Yan’s eyes was fleeting. She quickly returned to her previous cold, cruel demeanor, the icy sword continued its unstoppable path towards Ling Baobao.

"Retreat, Ling Baobao, retreat quickly!" Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe, An Xiaxin, and others shouted in unison.

Retreat, can he retreat? Ling Baobao’s heart filled with helplessness; regardless of whether his strength allowed him to escape Han Yan’s sword, what about the next strike?

If Han Yan cannot be awakened from this slaughter mindset, after killing all the bandits, it’ll be their turn. Where could they retreat to then?

Facing Han Yan’s terrifying strength and killing intent, they had no chance to escape. Unless she regained her Spirit Platform Clarity, and killed everyone, otherwise she wouldn’t stop. By then, it would be too late.

"Han Yan..." Watching the cold sword edge inch closer, Ling Baobao was filled with despair and shouted bitterly.

Han Yan’s sword suddenly paused, her eyes showing confusion again.

Images, already blurred by destruction and slaughter, alternated in her mind. Although vague and indistinct, unable to recognize who was there, they brought her a warm, familiar feeling.

"Han Yan, Han Yan..." A distant voice resonated deep within her heart.

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