By the time the students had snapped out of their trance-like state, they realized that the battle had already ended but the atmosphere had become indescribably strange. 

Xu Sanqi and the other instructors were all solemn, surprised, in disbelief, and silent.

On the other side, Bai Lingxi was standing up, her dress fluttering in the wind and her hair flowing down to her waist. As she peered into the distance, there was a blank expression on her stunningly beautiful face. 

Li Duxing was drawing deep breaths, as if to calm the turbulent feelings in his heart.

No one uttered a single word; the atmosphere was deathly still. 

The students were all dumbstruck when they looked at the battleground. 

Zhao Yin was lying unconscious on the ground. His body twisted strangely like he had suffered unimaginable pain before losing consciousness. His face was contorted with a bewildered, panicked, and reluctant expression. 

Before the battle, he was like a giant violet sun illuminating the world, possessing divine power and looking down on the world. But, at that moment, he looked incredibly...