The sound of breaking gradually arose, and its intertwined limbs began to disintegrate and collapse unstably, like the ruin of an ancient castle long decayed, finally falling apart in the gale and storm.
At this critical moment, David firmly controlled the newborn divine light radiating warm blue holy brilliance from his chest, gently wrapping the fragile and unstable fragment of Yi Lin's soul within.
Though this fragment was freed from the binding of the pollution clusters, it still hovered on the brink of life, each oscillation tugging at the heart, making him feel both relieved and more alert under undiminished pressure.
He whispered softly, "You must survive because this is our hope, and the future of the Silver Moon will not vanish."
The surrounding dark space produced slight ripples due to this purifying energy, and the invisible barrier seemed to tremble slightly from the redemptive divinity.
