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“Look! Who is that?” someone exclaimed.

All the people from the three major forces who were on guard immediately rushed over to look at the bloody figure.

The man looked miserable, covered in fresh blood. His face was charred and clothes tattered, worse than a beggar.

Everyone squinted to examine him closely. Who was this man? How did he end up in this state?

They watched for a long while but could not figure out who he was.

“Fang Lin! It’s Fang Lin!” Meng Chaoyang was the first to recognize him and immediately shouted in surprise and joy.

Upon hearing this, everyone from the Purple Mist Sect was overjoyed and immediately went to meet him.

Six days later, Fang Lin was out!

The people of the Purple Mist Sect were ecstatic. Fang Lin was still alive, this was great fortune amidst misfortune.

Yan Ze rushed out of the crowd, supporting Fang Lin with one hand and stuffing several Healing Pills into Fang Lin’s mouth, “It’s good that you are alive, it’s really good.”

Although Yan Ze was an old man, he was close to tears. Although Qing Jianzi hadn’t come out, having Fang Lin alive didn’t make the loss so severe.

The members of the Purple Mist Sect were exceptionally moved, especially the surviving disciples who had recovered. They were so moved that they were on the verge of tears.

Their ability to survive and escape the Endless Dungeon was largely due to Fang Lin’s existence.

Without Fang Lin, most of these survivors might have already died in the Endless Dungeon.

Compared to the excited people of the Purple Mist Sect, the Li Family and the Royal family seemed gloomy, with many people feeling despondent.

Fang Lin came out, but what about Yang Pojun and Li Tongtian?

Yang Hongyi seemed to age by ten years and let out a long sigh, accepting the reality of Yan Pojun’s death.

As for the Li family, Li Changhai was enraged. If Fang Lin could survive, why did his Li family’s Li Tongtian die inside?

Of course, he would never know that Li Tongtian was essentially killed by his own people.

“Fang Lin, where is Qing Jianzi? Is he already…” Yan Ze asked, though he already had a bad feeling, he still hoped to get some good news from Fang Lin.

Everyone quieted down, looking at Fang Lin, especially the disciples of the Martial Sect, their hearts were anxious, fearing that Fang Lin would mention death.

Fang Lin showed a bitter smile, and said, “Don’t worry, that guy Qing Jianzi is still alive.”

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, then they all showed ecstatic expressions, even Yan Ze couldn’t help but laugh out loud a few times, disregarding his image.

“So, does that mean Qing Jianzi will be out soon?” someone asked again. Although Fang Lin said Qing Jianzi was still alive, he hadn’t come out yet. It was possible he was trapped under the Endless Dungeon.

“Fang Lin, take your time. Is Qing Jianzi trapped? If so, I will send someone to rescue him,” Yan Ze asked with a grave voice.

Fang Lin shook his head, then looked towards the royal family, and called out, “Friends from the royal family, your Fourth Prince is not dead, come here.”

“What? The Fourth Prince is not dead?”

“Great! That’s wonderful news!”

“Hurry and listen up!”

The royal subjects were ecstatic. The Xuan Prince, Yang Hongyi, immediately led the royal family over, each looking at Fang Lin with eager expressions.

Li Changhai, watching from a distance, also began to harbor some hope. Since Fang Lin said that Qing Jianzi and Yang Pojun were not dead, perhaps his family’s Li Tongtian was still alive?

As if recognizing what Li Changhai was expecting, Li Youbing quietly said beside him, “Li Tongtian is dead. His corpse has been completely dried up by the entity in the Ice Palace.”

Hearing this, the expectation on Li Changhai’s face disappeared instantly, and he let out a long sigh.

Fang Lin was surrounded by people, and even though everyone was anxious, no one dared to rush him. After all, Fang Lin didn’t look too good and could faint at any moment.

Fang Lin coughed a couple of times, then with effort patted the black Beast Bag on his waist. Two rays of light shot out and Qing Jianzi and Yang Pojun appeared on the ground, unconscious, their faces clearly showing signs of bruising.

“They were injured by the Demon Qi, but they should be okay. Help them expel the Demon Qi from their bodies as soon as possible,” Fang Lin said.

Yan Ze and Yang Hongyi immediately checked their condition and indeed, as Fang Lin had said, their bodies had a lot of rampaging Demon Qi, but their lives were not in immediate danger.

“Good! Very good! Fang Lin, this favor, our royal family will remember!” Yang Hongyi said, his voice trembling.

After he finished speaking, Yang Hongyi and the royal family members quickly carried Yang Pojun away.

Here, Yan Ze also started helping Qing Jianzi dispel the Demon Qi in his body. With his help as an elder, there was naturally no problem.

Fang Lin sat to rest on the side, nobody dared to interrupt him, and many people spontaneously guarded him, keeping a vigilant eye on the Li family.

In a while, Qing Jianzi woke up, looked around a little dazed, and was taken aback when he saw that he had actually left the Endless Dungeon.

However, Qing Jianzi quickly understood the situation and knew that Fang Lin had taken him and Yang Pojun out, and he was immensely grateful.

The people of the Purple Mist Sect and the Royal Family were in high spirits since their respective geniuses had come out alive and were in no serious danger.

In contrast, Li Changhai of the Li family looked as bad as if he’d eaten a dead rat, his face looking like pig liver.

Li Tongtian’s death was something Li Changhai found hard to accept. Li Tongtian’s strength was not inferior to that of Qing Jianzi and Yang Pojun, yet while they came out alive, why did Li Tongtian die inside?

Li Changhai couldn’t understand, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. The loss of Li Tongtian on this trip to the Endless Dungeon was too great for his family. It was a crippling blow.

Heavens only knew what kind of anger and resentment the high-level members of the Li family would have back at the Ancestral Home of the Li Family.

“Hmph! Let’s go!” Li Changhai flung his sleeve and decided not to wait any longer. Since everyone, including Li Youbing, said Li Tongtian was dead, waiting any longer was just a waste of time.

The Flying Boat of the Li family immediately soared into the sky, piercing through the clouds and soon disappeared from sight.

The Flying Boat of the royal family and the Purple Mist Sect also took off one after another, each returning to their own places.

When the three major forces left, the remaining people scattered, and the once bustling Endless Dungeon became desolate and uninhabited.

On the Flying Boat of the Purple Mist Sect, Fang Lin sat cross-legged, healing his injuries quietly, while still reflecting on the various things that happened in the Endless Dungeon.

“Senior Brother, the elder asked me to bring you some Pills.” A young man cautiously entered Fang Lin’s room.

Fang Lin glanced at him and said, “Just put it down here.”

As soon as his words fell, Fang Lin’s face suddenly changed as a flash of cold light shot towards him from the front.