"All non-combat students, retreat along the alternate route and proceed to the rendezvous point on your own," Lin Fu commanded.
There was no lingering, no melodramatic reluctance; everyone immediately sprang into action, retreating in an orderly fashion according to their assigned groups. The battlefield meticulously set up by the silver-haired man was instantly disrupted and scattered.
The retreating students slipped away like agile fish, unable to be stopped.
And by blocking the most ferocious attackers so resolutely, Lin Fu prevented them from inflicting the large-scale casualties they had before.
Suddenly, a wave of invisible spiritual power crashed down like a deluge, causing Lin Fu’s vision to darken. She spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and turned deathly pale in an instant. The full moon state she had been maintaining also instantly shattered and could no longer be held together.
Lin Fu was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the icy surface. Even wearing a combat suit, the cold still penetrated the special fabric and crept into her skin, seeping into her bones. She struggled to open her eyes, looking at the gray-blue sky, feeling as if her whole body was in agony, about to shatter.
After crossing over, she had never been so severely injured before, and it reminded her once again of her previous life when she was frail, and when she fought desperately with a thug and nearly died.
These days had been cold and exhausting. Constant fighting, more fighting, and continuing to fight was just too tiring.
Lin Fu weakly lifted a finger, suddenly missing Fu Xing, who was still on Capital Star.
Before, she had never thought that she would die on Prison Star.
Now she suddenly wondered if Fu Xing would be heartbroken if she died here?
Probably, since he had said he liked her.
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But reason told her that Fu Xing definitely wouldn’t be.
He was such a calm, restrained person. How could he possibly be saddened? He must have eradicated such emotions like sadness and grief long ago; otherwise, he would have died of grief by now.
"Hehehe..." Lin Fu couldn’t help but laugh.
It was better if he wasn’t sad. Although a bit disappointed and unwilling to accept it, that conclusion wasn’t bad either.
"Lin Fu, Lin Fu." The Blue Star suddenly flew out from her neck, emitting an urgent call. Without waiting for Lin Fu’s response, it shone brilliantly. Then, blue light spread, and flowing metal extended across her entire body.
Lin Fu, who had been lying on the ground, was lifted to float up and stand. Everything in front of her changed—the view became clearer, more detailed, and more comprehensive than before.
In the upper right corner of her field of vision, various data analyses were listed, giving her a precise understanding of the battlefield and enemies.
At this moment, Lin Fu transformed into the Female War God, her Divine-level Mecha fully activated.
Those in battle, those retreating, those opportunistic bystanders... everyone couldn’t help but turn to look, their eyes revealing shock.
Just arriving at the battlefield and searching for Lin Fu, Horace instantly recognized the familiar Blue Star, and his eyes blazed with intense light. His whole being was shocked, but his determination to save Lin Fu only solidified.
As a confidant of the Fu Family, Horace knew better than anyone how important the lady with the Blue Star was to the family.
No wonder Randall, that bastard, had warned him to fend for himself.
"Another Divine-level Mecha," Xia Huangyu remarked from the side. "It’s useful, indeed, but it demands too much of spiritual power and constitution. If a battle drags on too long, it can gradually become a disadvantage."