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Li Ming frantically searched through the wreckage for any sign of Master Han. His hands trembled as he dug through the debris, his nails embedding into the dirt and rubble, breaking the skin, but he paid no mind to the pain. With each piece of rubble he cleared away, his hope diminished, yet he refused to give up. Sweat mixed with blood dripped from his fingertips onto the ground, staining the broken stones red.
Memories of Master Han's care and guidance echoed in Li Ming's mind, precious recollections flashing before him. Master Han had patiently taught him how to harness Spiritual Energy and how to remain calm in battle; that gentle yet resolute gaze seemed to linger before him. Yet now, this once omnipotent master was missing in this wasteland, his fate unknown.
"Master Han... you must survive!" Li Ming murmured, his voice filled with reluctance and despair. His eyes reddened with anxiety and anger, his fingertips trembling from exertion. Each time he unearthed more rubble, all he found were cold stones and broken bodies, tearing at his heart.
Mo Shiu's voice suddenly resonated in his mind, tinged with awe and confusion: "Such power... is rare in this world." Mo Shiu seemed impressed by the destruction wrought by Master Han, even harboring an unacknowledged reverence. Hearing this only deepened Li Ming's turmoil; he could not accept that Master Han could simply vanish amidst the ruins—such an ending was too cruel for him.
"Master Han..." Li Ming's voice grew hoarse as he gritted his teeth, suppressing the pain within while his hands continued their frantic work. He dug faster and faster, his nails splitting as blood dripped from his palms onto the ground; the pain had long since numbed. He searched desperately as if believing that as long as he kept going, there would still be hope.
Time seemed to stand still; in Li Ming's world, only the act of digging and searching remained. He had lost track of how long he had been at it, each second stretching painfully into eternity. The pile of rubble loomed like a mountain before him, yet he persisted, refusing to abandon any corner.
Mo Shiu whispered again: "This ruin... truly astonishing power. But such power comes at a great cost." Li Ming tightly shut his eyes, forcing himself not to consider that possibility as he continued to dig. He would not allow himself to believe that Master Han was gone; he could not accept that reality.
"I cannot lose you..." Li Ming whispered, urgency flooding his movements. He knew he was on the brink of collapse but could not stop until he found Master Han.
Chen Yao and the soldiers were also searching through the debris for any trace of Master Han. Each one was covered in dust, their faces etched with anxiety and fatigue. Yet no matter how hard they tried, the surrounding rubble and crumbling walls seemed to mock their helplessness.
Suddenly, Chen Yao's hand brushed against something unusually hard yet warm. Startled, she immediately halted her movements and examined it closely. As she gently moved a piece of rubble aside, a hand she knew all too well came into view—it was Master Han's hand! Chen Yao's heart raced as tears filled her eyes almost instantly.
"It’s Master Han!" she cried out tremulously, her voice brimming with both joy and fear as if afraid she might be mistaken. The soldiers and Li Ming rushed over upon hearing her exclamation; no words were needed—they all understood the significance of this moment. They quickly gathered around and began carefully removing the debris pressing down on Master Han.
When a large concrete slab was revealed, everyone gasped in shock. The massive ceiling appeared to have crushed down heavily upon Master Han, leaving him motionless beneath it. Li Ming's heart sank like a stone; his mind went blank as panic threatened to engulf him.
"Quick! Everyone together!" Li Ming shouted, his voice trembling as he and the soldiers exerted all their strength to carefully move the heavy concrete ceiling aside. Every inch they shifted was filled with a sense of pressure, and it felt as if their heartbeats were lodged in their throats.
Finally, the ceiling was completely removed, revealing Master Han's body. His face was covered in dust and blood, his breathing weak, and he looked utterly frail. Li Ming nearly lost control as he rushed over, kneeling beside Master Han, his trembling hands reaching out to hold him tightly.
"You can't die! Master Han, you can't die!" Li Ming's voice quivered uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. He whispered desperately, as if calling Master Han's name repeatedly would conjure a miracle.
The soldiers quickly lifted Master Han and laid him flat on a relatively even surface. Li Ming knelt beside him, his gaze fixed intently on him, filled with helplessness and fear.
"Master... please... hold on!" Li Ming choked out, his fingers trembling as they pressed against Master Han's pulse, feeling the faintest signs of life. At that moment, time seemed to stand still; everyone held their breath, and the battlefield was left with only Li Ming's desperate and pained whispers.
"Master Han... I beg you... don't die..." Li Ming's voice trembled, on the verge of breaking. He couldn't imagine a future without Master Han; he couldn't accept that possibility. He could only keep repeating those words, as if that alone could pull Master Han back from the brink of death.
At this moment, everyone understood that Master Han was their pillar, their last hope. And now, that pillar was about to collapse, bringing endless darkness and despair.
The medic hurried over, pushing aside the nearly broken Li Ming and urgently kneeling beside Master Han to begin his examination. They quickly and skillfully lifted Master Han's eyelids to check his pupil response, felt for his pulse, and gently pressed on his chest to look for internal injuries. Each movement was filled with suppressed tension and urgency.
"Weak breathing... but still there!" one medic reported in a low voice. Although calm, there was an unmistakable hint of unease in his tone. They then swiftly checked Master Han's limbs and body surface to confirm there were no obvious fractures or severe external injuries; however, their expressions grew more serious.
Chen Yao also crouched beside Master Han, her palm gently pressing against his chest as she sensed the flow of his Spiritual Energy. She closed her eyes, carefully probing into Master Han's condition within, but soon her brow furrowed deeply. She suddenly opened her eyes wide, panic and concern flashing across her face.
"Something's wrong..." Chen Yao's voice trembled as she sensed that Master Han's Spiritual Energy had nearly vanished; not a trace of it flowed through his meridians. "His Spiritual Energy... is completely depleted..."
This was an extremely dangerous sign for cultivators. Spiritual Energy was the source of a cultivator's vitality; once it was exhausted, their bodies would rapidly weaken and might not even sustain basic physiological functions. Not to mention that Master Han had just endured such intense combat; his body had already borne tremendous strain.
"Master Han..." Chen Yao's voice was filled with concern as she looked at Li Ming, tears shimmering in her eyes. "If he can't recover his Spiritual Energy quickly, the situation will be dire..."
Li Ming's heart sank suddenly, the flicker of hope he had just felt crushed again by the harsh reality. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, the pain reminding him just how helpless he was. Master Han had always been their pillar of support, but now that pillar was on the verge of collapse.
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