Starting From Douluo, Glory is Invincible

Chapter 670 Golden Spiritual Art, the Power of Light

Amidst the howling of the wind and snow, Ying ran towards Ben without hesitation, his eyes full of anxiety and worry. He gently placed Ben on his lap, carefully supporting his head for fear of touching his wound.

"Ben! You're fine, you'll be fine." Ying called in a low voice, his voice trembling a little, but full of firmness and determination, "You'll be fine, I will definitely save you."

 He stared closely at Ben's wound, where blood continued to seep out, staining the surrounding snow red. Shadow took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to gather his spiritual power.

 Faint golden light slowly condensed on his palm, and then gently covered Ben's wound. The light was warm and soft, as if it could drive away all the cold and pain.

"Shadow..." Ben opened his eyes slightly, his voice was weak and trembling, "Don't waste your spiritual energy... I know I can't do it..."

"No! Stop talking!" Ying interrupted him sharply, his eyes full of determination and persistence, "Yes! Light magic can heal wounds, you will be fine!"

 He increased the output of his spiritual power, and the golden light became brighter, as if it was going to illuminate the snow that was stained red with blood. Ben's wound began to show weak signs of healing, but Shadow's spiritual power was also being consumed at an alarming rate.

"O light that dispels the gloom! Divine radiance, show your mercy..." Shadow chanted spiritual spells in a low voice, his voice full of piety and supplication.

 The golden spiritual magic array gradually formed, and the light was dazzling, like a blazing sun rising over the snow. A tired and satisfied smile appeared on Ying's face, and he knew that his spiritual technique had been successful.

However, at this moment, a voice sounded in his mind: "Shadow! No! You can't use this spiritual technique! Your spiritual power will be drained!"

 This is the voice of the spirit, which is full of anxiety and worry. Ying was slightly startled, but he had no intention of stopping the spiritual technique. He knew that when he used this spiritual technique, he would consume a lot of spiritual power and might even be drained of it, but he couldn't just watch Ben die. He gritted his teeth tightly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His face became as pale as paper, but the golden light on his palms became brighter.

"Ying...you..." Ben opened his eyes slightly. He saw Ying's tired and determined face, and a warm current surged in his heart, "You don't have to do this...I'm fine..."

"Stop talking! You're not healed yet!" Ying shouted in a low voice, his voice full of unquestionable determination, "I will definitely save you! No matter what!"

 He continued to increase the output of spiritual power, and the golden spiritual array began to slowly shrink, and the light gradually became restrained. When the last spiritual array dissipated in the air, Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief. His body went limp and fell to the snow.

"Shadow!" Ben exclaimed. He tried to struggle to sit up, but found that his body could no longer move. "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." Ying opened his eyes slightly, his voice was weak and tired, "It's just that my spiritual power was excessively exhausted... I just need to rest for a while..."

 He was lying on the snow, looking at the falling snowflakes in the sky, and felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart. He knew he had just done something very dangerous, but he had no regrets. Because for him, Ben is not only a companion, but also his friend and family. He couldn't just watch Ben die, no matter how high the price was.

A touch of touching light flashed in Ben's eyes. He closed his eyes gently, feeling the warm and soft radiance on his body. He knew that this was the mark left by Shadow using his spiritual power to heal his wounds. This friendship and sacrifice made him feel indescribably moved and determined.

Amidst the whistling of the wind and snow, the two lay quietly on the snow, but their hearts were tightly connected to each other. This friendship and trust made them feel unprecedented warmth and strength in this cold snow.

 (End of this chapter)