Collapse Iron: I just transmigrated! You want me to save the Black Tower?!

Fenfeng could feel the terror of that power and instinctively tried to break free, but Jiang Jiu's hand was still holding his arm.

"open--!!"

He conjured an attack with his other hand and slashed fiercely at his own arm.

A flash of blood.

Fenfeng's left arm was severed by himself!

But the next moment, he discovered that an invisible force of fate had already blocked all his escape routes.

Jiang Jiu lowered his head, his attacks engulfing everything in their path, and the dark purple light in his eyes grew increasingly dim.

Honestly... at a time like this, how could I possibly let you escape?

If he can even get this simple thing wrong, he'll truly have failed his intellectual destiny...

"Time's End—!!!"

The sound of the foehn wind was eventually swallowed up by the ultimate nothingness.

Jiang Jiu stood in the eye of the storm, watching him disappear, watching him be swallowed up by nothingness bit by bit.

Watching his struggles, his resentment... ultimately all vanished into nothingness.

Then he laughed.

See... even if he really went very far down the path of nothingness, he still couldn't do anything about nothingness...

"This time... finally..."

He didn't finish his sentence... because he could no longer stand.

Excessive blood loss, depleted strength, and the corrosive effects of nothingness...

These factors combined to gradually pull his consciousness downwards.

He wanted to stand, but he seemed unable to.

His knees buckled, and he fell forward... The Lonely Star Sword was planted heavily in the ground. He coughed softly twice, and the world before his eyes gradually blurred.

The Black Tower itself was trapped inside the barrier, and as it watched this scene, its sanity crumbled.

"Jiang Jiu!!!"

She pounded on the barrier with all her might, unleashing the power of her intellect upon it, but the barrier remained unmoved.

That was the sanctuary he built for them, using all his strength to protect them.

She can't break it.

She couldn't break what he used to protect her.

"Jiang Jiu...untie me...let me out...!"

She couldn't maintain her rationality; she couldn't think straight about things like the protective shield that made the storage order difficult to break, the strange objects, or the bombs.

Jiang Jiu heard his voice.

He turned his head slightly to look in her direction.

His vision was a little blurry, but he still managed to spot Black Tower's figure at a glance.

He saw her patting the barrier.

I saw that her eyes were red and swollen.

I could see her lips moving, but I couldn't hear what she was saying...

He suddenly felt like saying...

His Black Tower was always proud, calm, and arrogant...

When has it ever gotten this out of control?

How could she do this for him...? She's such a good person; she should always be proud and arrogant...

"Black Tower..."

His voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

But he knew she could hear him.

Because he saw her pause, saw her hand on the barrier, saw her lips moving...

Jiang Jiu looked at her and smiled instinctively.

The next moment, the first crack appeared on the barrier.

Then more and more cracks appeared, spreading from one point to the entire barrier.

It wasn't that they broke down the barrier, but rather that those who set it up were no longer able to maintain it.

Hei Ta caught Jiang Jiu before he collapsed completely.

She knelt on the ground, hugged him tightly, and frantically pressed on the still-bleeding wound on his chest.

"Jiang Jiu! Jiang Jiu..."

Her voice was trembling.

Her voice was trembling with the urge to cry; she tried to suppress it, but couldn't at all.

"Don't cry..."

Jiang Jiu raised his hand, wanting to touch her face, but he lost his strength halfway up.

Heta grasped his hand and pressed it against his own face.

"I didn't cry."

Her eyes were red and tears were still falling, but she kept saying that she wasn't crying.

Chapter 221 He's mine, even in death.

Jiang Jiu's hand was pulled by Hei Ta and pressed against her face; her fingertips were icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

He really wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he couldn't say anything.

Is it worth it?

It's worth it.

No matter the cost, it's always worth it to solve everything, but...

Black Tower could feel the person in his arms dissipating little by little, starting from his fingertips, turning into grayish-white specks of light and disappearing into the void.

She held his hand tightly, but the points of light still slipped through her fingers, and she couldn't hold on to them no matter what.

She lowered her head, looking at his hands, at the fading fingertips, her gaze slightly narrowed.

"Jiang Jiu..."

She suppressed her sobs, and spoke softly, even calmly.

"You'll come back, won't you?"

Jiang Jiu did not answer.

Will you come back to find me?

Black Tower spoke softly, his voice growing softer with each word.

"Jiang Jiu, you...you'll come looking for me, won't you?"

The little black tower doll climbed from Jiang Jiu's shoulder to his chest, carefully using itself to plug the hole in the middle.

Her hands were small, and she could only grasp a few things.

Can't stop it.

Nothing can be blocked.

After stubbornly blocking it for a while and realizing it was useless, she climbed up Jiang Jiu's hair and bit Jiang Jiu's face hard.

Does it hurt? If it hurts, give me some reaction!

But Jiang Jiu did not give Black Tower the response he wanted.

Black Tower: "..."

In the distance, March 7th covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

She wanted to go over, but she didn't dare to disturb Ms. Black Tower. She knew very well that she was the one who was saddened the most at this moment.

Xing stood next to March 7, holding a baseball bat, her eyes a little red.

It was very quiet around, so quiet that you could only hear the black tower talking to itself.

Until one second later, the Black Tower fell silent.

Xing felt a little uncomfortable. She looked at Dan Heng, who stood silently, gripping his spear tightly.

Danheng didn't look in the direction of the Black Tower, or perhaps he couldn't bear to look any longer...

Walter pushed up his glasses, the reflection in the lenses obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

Himeko leaned against the train door and sighed softly. She didn't speak, but just looked in the direction of the Black Tower, her eyes full of heartache.

Pam tugged at Himeko's sleeve, but Sunday gently covered his mouth to prevent him from making a sound.

After an unknown amount of time, faint, mournful cries could be heard from all around, a lament for the deceased actor.

The chorus is so sad; it makes the listener feel even more heartbroken...

On March 7th, I finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Ms. Black Tower, you..."

She paused, speechless.

Almost nothing remained in the distance.

Black Tower looked at the longsword hovering in front of him and gently grasped it.

The moment the Lonely Star Sword was grasped, a powerful shockwave emanated from the Black Tower. Himeko and Uncle Yang protected themselves immediately, preventing those behind them from being affected.