Douluo: Reincarnation of Pineapple Blowing Snow, the Fruit Treasure returns!

His mouth was slightly open, but it seemed as if something was choking him, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

"Wasn't Bibi Dong stopped by Old Man Jian and the others? How did she end up here? Could it be..."

Countless terrifying thoughts flashed wildly through his mind, each guess causing his heart to sink even deeper into the abyss.

Thinking of this, Pineapple Snowflake's expression instantly turned ashen and extremely ugly.

"You think you can escape from me? You're dreaming!"

Bibi Dong's voice was like a cold wind from the deepest hell, icy and sinister, carrying endless contempt and murderous intent. Every word pierced their ears, making their souls tremble.

Pineapple Snowflakes' gaze seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, involuntarily following Bibi Dong's direction and landing on the equally tragic battlefield not far away.

The sight that came into view made his heart sink instantly. He saw Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Bone Douluo Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi trapped in a desperate situation, their condition extremely poor.

Ning Fengzhi was limp and powerless, his face as pale as the remaining snow in winter, devoid of any vitality.

The trace of blood at the corner of his mouth stood out starkly against his pale face, like a mark left by death.

His eyes were closed, he was unconscious, and his body leaned softly against Bone Douluo's not-so-broad but incredibly strong back.

Worry and vigilance were intertwined in Bone Douluo Gu Rong's eyes. Like a wounded beast that still protects its cub, he tightly shielded Ning Fengzhi behind him, his soul power taut, constantly on guard against the fierce Spirit Hall experts around him.

His body trembled slightly, whether from exhaustion from the fierce battle or from deep worry about the current situation, it was hard to tell.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, like a solitary peak that was about to collapse but still stood firm, stood alone in front, stubbornly facing the tidal wave of attacks from a group of Spirit Hall experts with his own strength.

His once pristine white robe was now tattered, like a withered leaf in the autumn wind.
Strands of blood drifted in the wind, adding to the desolate scene. A large, shocking patch of crimson, like a blooming blood lotus, spread outwards from his chest. It was a grievous wound sustained in his recent fierce battle with Bibi Dong; blood gushed forth, staining his clothes even more vividly, gleaming eerily in the sunlight.

Despite his severe injuries, his eyes remained as firm as iron, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, like his indomitable will, was tightly gripped in his grasp.

Although the light on the sword was no longer as dazzling as it once was, it still exuded a chilling sword intent, as if proclaiming its indomitable spirit to the world.

With each swing, accompanied by his slightly trembling yet still powerful arm, he unleashed a sharp sword aura, like a wounded lion letting out its final roar, forcing back the Martial Spirit Hall experts who dared to approach.

However, his figure was like a candle flickering in a storm, teetering on the brink of collapse. Each time he blocked an attack, it seemed as if he had used up all his strength.

His legs trembled slightly, and his steps became unsteady. He was clearly at his limit, and was only holding on with an unwavering, almost stubborn, belief in his heart.

"Old Man Sword..."

Pineapple Snow's lips trembled slightly as she couldn't help but murmur softly, her voice filled with pain and self-blame.

His eyes were instantly shrouded in mist, and his heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a sharp dagger.

He knew better than anyone else that if Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Ning Fengzhi hadn't desperately held off Bibi Dong to buy them time, how could the three of them have defeated those five Title Douluos so easily?

But now, these three respectable predecessors have paid such a heavy price for them.

“Bibi Dong, you…” (End of Chapter)