CHAPTER 431: CHAPTER 284: IS LUO CHEN REALLY DEAD?

Finally, during repeated arduous sprints, they gradually approached the edge of the wall of fire. Under Luo Chen’s tenacious resistance, the fire serpent also appeared increasingly weak.

At the moment when the last person burst through the wall of fire, everyone let out a sigh of relief. Turning back, they saw Luo Chen already collapsed on the ground, his hands charred black, and his body covered with various wounds. Yet, a victorious smile was spread across his face.

"Luo Chen!" Carefree Meng Lan and the others exclaimed, rushing forward to help Luo Chen up. Their hearts were filled with gratitude and respect. If it weren’t for Luo Chen’s selfless rescue, they might have perished in the sea of flames.

Luo Chen slightly opened his eyes, looking at the concerned expressions of the people around him, feeling an immense warmth in his heart. He knew that he had not made these sacrifices in vain; it was all worth it.

The power of the explosive flames finally reached its peak. The serpent’s head was gouged with dozens of blood holes of varying sizes, blood gushing out, staining the surroundings red. The fire serpent, in agony, twisted and writhed madly, letting out deafening roars filled with pain and fury. Its body stumbled, gradually moving away, rolling towards the edge of the Divine Crown Cliff beyond the fire circle.

Luo Chen’s figure, at this moment, was uncontrollably flickering with the fierce struggles of the fire serpent. The azure light on his body was gradually covered by the intense flames, eventually plummeting with the serpent into the bottomless abyss of the cliff. It all happened too quickly for anyone to react; they could only watch helplessly as this tragedy unfolded.

The figures of the fire serpent and Luo Chen vanished below the cliff, and everyone remained dazed on the spot, seemingly unable to recover from the shock. Several people squatted on the ground, panting heavily, their faces full of terror and disbelief. They could not imagine that Luo Chen, who had just fought alongside them, had now fallen into the cliff, his fate unknown.

Yet, in this moment of stillness, Carefree Meng Lan seemed lost. Her eyes blankly stared at the cliff’s edge where the flames had disappeared, and the long black mark on the ground. That mark seemed to still carry a trace of brilliant red, shocking to see. Her heart surged with an indescribable sorrow, as if struck hard by a heavy weight.

Finally, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She ran frantically towards the edge of the cliff, shouting heart-wrenchingly, "Brother! Don’t leave me alone!" Her voice echoed through the valley, carrying endless pleading and despair. But Luo Chen had already fallen into the abyss, no matter how much she shouted, it could not be heard.

Carefree Meng Lan fell to her knees by the cliff’s edge, her tears falling like broken pearls. She cried helplessly, "Why? Why did you save me? Why wasn’t it me who fell off the cliff..." Her voice choked and trembled, revealing deep self-reproach and endless sorrow.

At this moment, footsteps sounded behind her. Carefree Meng Lan seemed not to hear, still bowing her head immersed in grief. Her long hair lay on the ground, mingling with her tears, making her look so lost and pitiful, evoking sympathy in others.

"Sister..." A familiar yet weary voice sounded beside Carefree Meng Lan. She paused slightly, slowly lifting her head to look at the newcomer. It was Ling Yueyun standing before her, his face full of worry and fatigue. His injuries were clearly serious, but he still endured the pain to come and comfort Carefree Meng Lan.

He, Ling Yueyun, had witnessed Luo Chen’s heroic act, deeply shaken in his heart. Even he, as Carefree Meng Lan’s biological brother, dared not claim he could completely risk his life to shield his sister from disaster. Yet Luo Chen, an auxiliary invited by the Ling Yue Clan, had done it without hesitation. Reflecting on the heart-stopping scene just now, his perception of Luo Chen had greatly changed.

However, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and no matter how favorable his impression of Luo Chen might be now, what’s the use? Ling Yueyun sighed inwardly, his eyes revealing an unhidden sadness.

"Miss Ling Yue, don’t be too sad. Maybe Brother Luo Chen will be protected by heaven and isn’t dead?" Yanli said complexly to comfort. In fact, when he said these words, he didn’t have much confidence. After all, it was a nearly thousand-meter deep cliff, and Luo Chen didn’t have the ability to fly. Falling off was likely already fatal, not to mention that before he fell, he had suffered the fire’s burn.

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