Chapter 1105 - 391: Friends, We Might Die, but I’m Glad...

And the wild thumping of the heart in the chest cavity.

Until, a soft, choking sob.

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the equipment rack rubbing against the ice.

Everyone turned blankly toward the sound.

Only to see that Hua Jing’s face was streaked with dried tears, but she did not cry out, just bit her lower lip hard, even drawing a trace of blood.

She was struggling to straighten and stabilize a large broadcasting device that had toppled over due to the explosion’s shockwave.

Her trembling fingers adjusted the stand.

Steadily aimed the camera downwards at the Dawn Ring Defense Line below, where a black tide attacked, erupting with a thunderous battle cry, standing firm like an unyielding rock.

Then, she quickly picked up another portable camera as a backup.

Fiercely wiped her tears and ice chips off her face with her sleeve.

Lifted its lens with all her might.

Aiming at Fang Qingyu, surrounded by hundreds of royal figures in the sky.

She even fumbled.

Grabbed a microphone that had rolled to her feet, connecting to the main broadcasting equipment.

With a thick nasal tone, a hoarse yet exceptionally clear voice sounded through the microphone, transmitting to every terminal connected to that device.

"Fellow... fellow citizens of the Federation... this is... the Arctic Front... the battlefield of the Broken Spine Gate... I am the war correspondent... Hua Jing..."

Her voice was initially trembling.

But towards the end, it miraculously steadied:

"The figure you see now... suspended high in the sky, surrounded by starlight, with a star horn on his forehead, his name is Fang Qingyu, the youngest and most powerful prodigy of our Federation, and he is currently only Tier Three."

"And at this moment, surrounding him are more than a hundred Tier Four Life Ghost royals!"

"Yes, you heard it right, more than a hundred Tier Four Life Ghost royals! They have all come, just to kill one of our human race’s Tier Three geniuses!"

Hua Jing’s voice suddenly rose.

With a strange pride:

"Friends, look closely at this scene! Remember this scene well! We may soon die, die on this last battlefield, but I am glad to report such a scene in the final moments of my life!"

"Because what does this mean?! This means the Life Ghosts are afraid!!"

"They fear that among us humans, a prodigy has been born who is enough to threaten them, even end them."

"They are afraid of Colonel Fang continuing to grow, so they gathered more than a hundred Tier Four royals at all costs just to strangle him in Tier Three!!!"

"..."

Hua Jing’s broadcast, like lighting a fire on the dead silent ice field.

Chen Tao, the chief of the reporter group, trembled all over, looking at Hua Jing’s tear-streaked yet determined profile.

A scorching heat suddenly rushed to his head.

Instantly dispelling all fear and despair.

"Damn it! Let’s do it!!"

Chen Tao burst out with a curse.

Wiping away the tears that unknowingly fell down his face.

He pounced on the fallen main camera like a mad tiger.

Rudely set it upright, checked the cables, and then fiercely pressed down on the bright red button.

Arctic emergency live signal forced connection.

"Power on, everyone the hell power on, get the signal out there, let the entire Arctic see, see the Life Ghosts are afraid, see how our warriors are fighting."

Chen Tao roared, seeming almost mad.

The other reporters, awakened by his shout, looked at the chief and Hua Jing’s actions, looked at the solitary figure in the sky.

Looked at the Deep Blue dike standing unyielding in the black ocean below.

An emotion burst open in their chests.

To hell with fear, to hell with despair!

Even in death, let the world see it.

See the fear of the Life Ghosts, see the backbone of the Human Race!

Cameras were quickly set upright, lenses refocused.

Signal lights flashed wildly, the reporters’ faces still streaked with tear marks, yet they all grabbed their microphones.

With hoarse voices, they broadcast the scene before them.

Pushing it out forcefully through the emergency setup signal.

Meanwhile.

Behind the Arctic Great Wall.

In those dozen or so cities serving as logistical support and homes for frontline soldiers to rest.

Countless citizens at home, either anxiously following the frontline reports or resting in exhaustion.

The screens in front of them, phones in their hands, public displays on the street...

The image suddenly jumped.

Forced switch!

Hua Jing’s tear-streaked, hoarse yet crystal clear face.

And the proud figure in the background surrounded by starlight and hundreds of ferocious figures.

Along with the brutal battlefield below that resembled black rage crashing against a rock.

Instantly filled every screen.

"...his name is Fang Qingyu...our Federation’s youngest and most powerful prodigy...currently only Tier Three..."

"...surrounding him...are hundreds of Tier Four Life Ghost royals..."

"...Life Ghosts! They are afraid!!..."

"...this is our human race...our greatest hope!!!"

Hua Jing’s voice exploded in the ears of everyone who saw this scene.

In Bibo City, in a cozy living room.

A mother holding her young child, softly humming a song.

The television screen’s forced switch made her look up in astonishment.

When she saw the image and heard Hua Jing’s words.

The child in her arms seemed to sense his mother’s stiffness and sudden rapid heartbeat.

Started to squirm uneasily.

But the mother’s eyes were fixed on the Deep Blue figure fighting desperately in the black waves below, her eyes instantly red with tears slipping silently down, she bit her lip hard.

Her throat felt like it was blocked by stones.

Unable to make any sound.

On the street, a young soldier just finished his patrol, buying a hot drink at a roadside shop.

The cup in his hand dropped to the ground with a "plop".

The scalding liquid soaked his pants, yet he was oblivious.

He stared dumbfounded at the street’s big screen and the shocking image.

Looking at that lone figure in the sky, watching his comrades bleeding below...

Similar scenes played out simultaneously in a dozen cities.

Bibo City.

On a relatively quiet street.

Hong Qitian still dressed in his well-worn coarse clothes, carrying his tattered blue cloth bundle, looking like an ordinary rustic old man.

Luo Qinglian was in an elegant ice-blue long dress.

Floating barefoot a few inches off the ground, exquisitely beautiful like an ethereal fairy.

The two walked side by side.

At the street corner, a young girl looking at her phone’s screen suddenly covered her mouth.

Letting out a sob she couldn’t suppress, tears flowing fiercely.

Her crying drew the attention of the surrounding pedestrians.

Soon enough, exclamations, gasps, and repressed curses rang out endlessly.

"Quick, look at the Arctic APP’s live broadcast!!"

"My God... God Fang..."

"Hundreds... hundreds of Tier Four Life Ghosts surrounding just one of him?!"

"Down there... the soldiers down there..."

Hong Qitian and Luo Qinglian’s footsteps came to a halt.

Hong Qitian’s bleary old eyes swept over the surrounding people’s reactions, then looked again at the scene on the crying girl’s phone screen.

It was Fang Qingyu, star horn displayed.

Gazing aloof at a hundred kings.

The two also approached, standing quietly behind the girl.

Watching the scene and sound coming from the small screen.

Hua Jing’s hoarse commentary, the warriors’ thunderous battle cries, clearly reaching their ears.

Luo Qinglian’s eyes, clear as a cold pond, looked at the screen.

Then turned to Hong Qitian beside her, expression calm, face showing curiosity: "You’re... not worried?"

"Those are over a hundred Tier Fours. No matter how strong he is, he’s still only Tier Three."

Upon hearing that, Hong Qitian’s wrinkled face slowly broke into a smile.

He didn’t answer immediately, but with hands behind his back, slowly strolled forward again.

Luo Qinglian frowned slightly, her lotus steps lightly moving, walking side by side with him.

After a few steps, Hong Qitian slowly began to speak.

"Worrying is pointless."

"Whether it’s those royals, or you, including all the people in this world..."

"...you all really underestimate the Invincible Technique."