And the wild thumping of the heart in the chest cavity.
Until, a soft, choking sob.
Accompanied by the creaking sound of the equipment rack rubbing against the ice.
Everyone turned blankly toward the sound.
Only to see that Hua Jing's face was streaked with dried tears, but she did not cry out, just bit her lower lip hard, even drawing a trace of blood.
She was struggling to straighten and stabilize a large broadcasting device that had toppled over due to the explosion's shockwave.
Her trembling fingers adjusted the stand.
Steadily aimed the camera downwards at the Dawn Ring Defense Line below, where a black tide attacked, erupting with a thunderous battle cry, standing firm like an unyielding rock.
Then, she quickly picked up another portable camera as a backup.
Fiercely wiped her tears and ice chips off her face with her sleeve.
Lifted its lens with all her might.
Aiming at Fang Qingyu, surrounded by hundreds of royal figures in the sky.
She even fumbled.
