Chapter 61: Feng Yan at Full Health?

"It's my fault for him! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Feng Yan's words just finished, and with a thud he fell to his knees.

But the person inside showed no reaction.

Chen Hao observed the surroundings, which were all golden walls, with eight iron chains fixed to the wall, the other ends pulling an iron ball. The eight chains held the iron ball, which was adorned with very exquisite openwork patterns. However, the person inside was what Chen Hao cared about; that person was the fellow they had met in the Lilliputian Kingdom, also their savior, and since then Feng Yan no longer treated this game as a game.

That was a personal experience.

The surroundings suddenly grew scorching hot; Chen Hao looked around and found that the golden walls were actually beginning to catch fire, which made his eyes widen, Chen Hao grabbed Feng Yan to run, but Feng Yan somehow broke free from Chen Yan's hand.

Chen Hao stopped, shouting loudly, "What are you doing?"

"All along I've thought I'm a person betrayed, betrayed by my best friend, and also having lost the girl I liked most. Back then I felt I had nothing left to cling to. But after you gave me this game, I felt I finally lived a carefree moment, so take my sword and defeat Yang Xin for me; I believe you can do it," Feng Yan said with a smile to Chen Hao, looking at him, showing a grin, then lifted the Black Sword and slashed his own wrist!

"Wait, what are you doing? We're friends! Come at me cleanly!" Chen Hao shouted.

"I know, so I have to do this!" Feng Yan said. The Black Sword lightly sliced across Feng Yan's wrist, and blood gushed out slowly, dripping drop by drop onto the iron ball. As Feng Yan's blood fell onto the ball, Chen Hao saw the temperature on all four sides gradually drop, returning to its original level, and Feng Yan finally could not hold on and collapsed to the ground.

Chen Hao hurried over, supporting Feng Yan against the wall. At this moment Feng Yan's eyes had already lost their light, his complexion was extremely pale, looking very weak. Feeling his game journey was nearing its end, he grasped Chen Hao's arm and said, "The rest, I can't go with you. You must keep going, let me see you, the game ends."

After speaking, his eyes began to close slowly. Chen Hao kept shaking him, urging him not to close his eyes, but no matter how he shouted, to Feng Yan it was only a faint sound. He slowly closed his eyes, silently thinking, "I'm sorry, Chen Hao. We promised to end the game together, but I can't end it here; yet I'm already finished, no blood left. Also, Wang Tingwan, I think I still can't tell love from liking. Why do so many people like to mix the two? Is it just because they seem similar? But it can only end here, truly only here."

The surrounding gold was slowly melted into liquid, and the fire, because of Feng Yan, gradually ceased, and the blue‑green behind revealed its original form—it was just an earthen wall! It was an earthen wall, just an earthen wall, yet that very wall caused Feng Yan to lose his qualification to continue in this game, which made Chen Hao sigh, saying to Feng Yan, "Was it worth it?"

"I think it was still worth it," Feng Yan said, springing to his feet.

"What happened?" Chen Hao felt confused, looking at the person in front of him, clearly... but why? He asked Feng Yan, "What's going on?"

"I don't know, all the injuries healed in an instant," Feng Yan replied, "At the same time, I also discovered a major secret."

"What secret?" Chen Hao hurriedly asked.

"You'll know in a moment," Feng Yan smiled.

Chen Hao watched Feng Yan, holding the Black Sword, walk to the opening of the cave, then cut one of the eight iron chains. Bang— the chain snapped, and a chilling howl echoed from the opening.

"Did you hear that? What is it?" Chen Hao, feeling a bit scared, asked.

Feng Yan nodded, saying, "Ignore it, it's out, just cut it down."

"Okay, I understand," Chen Hao replied.

The Adventurers' Book slowly vanished from Wang Tingwan's hands. Yes, just now, when Feng Yan's life was ending, she used this item, giving Feng Yan another chance. She thought, "Was it worth it? I don't know, but this also shows something, I guess."

Night slowly receded, and the morning sun always hurts the eyes, yet why can one stare directly at the setting sun? Does the rising sun represent youth? Or perhaps their brilliance is even more dazzling? The setting sun slowly descends, is it a symbol of old age? Or does the blood‑red lingering sun signify parting, serving as a witness to a hero's downfall?

Sunlight streamed into the golden phoenix‑tree forest, and the dwarves began to stir, gradually regaining their courage. They firmly believed that adventurers could lead them to victory!

Jin Meng remained the same, standing atop a treetop, watching the enemy movements. He noticed the foes were increasing in number but had not launched an attack. He reported the situation to the chieftain; the chieftain was troubled. He knew that if this continued, the dwarves could endure—they had always survived in harsh conditions, embodying resilience. Yet now their lost courage was slowly returning, but if they learned of this, what would happen...?

"Adventurers, return quickly," the chieftain said, sighing, then continued, "There isn't much time left."

Inside the Wanggong, the Red-clothed Devil stared at Feng Yan with wide eyes.

He couldn't believe that under such circumstances he was still alive. He slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "What on earth is happening? He was clearly dead, clearly severely wounded, yet now what's going on? The current ones are beyond what I can handle! Soldiers, that single black great sword is enough to intimidate those troops, and against the dwarves' campaign it has no effect. How can we play like this!"

"Is that so? Then why don't you bring out your enhancement elixir?" the Prince said, arriving at the Red-clothed Devil's side, hearing his complaint, and replied.

"Indeed, it can be used now," the Red-clothed Devil laughed.