The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

In the dark cave, time seemed to have lost its meaning, and the passing of every second became extremely slow.

Zhang Yi sat beside the bed, his eyes fixed on the unconscious Deng Shentong, his heart filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

In this depressing space, there was no noise from the outside world, no guidance from light, only the sounds of their breathing and heartbeats echoing in the empty cave.

Zhang Yi's fingers unconsciously stroked Deng Shentong's pulse, feeling the weak but firm beating.

The only thing he could do was to stay by his side and wait for the moment he woke up.

The air in the cave seemed to freeze, and Zhang Yi's thoughts also stagnated.

He seemed to be lost in deep memories, sometimes in pain, sometimes confused.

He closed his eyes, trying to find a bit of peace in his heart, but the torment in his heart surged over him like a tide.

As time went on, Zhang Yi's heartbeat synchronized with Deng Shentong's pulse, and the connection between them became closer than ever.

……

A few days later, the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the narrow cave entrance and onto Deng Shentong's face, which was as pale as porcelain.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he finally slowly opened his eyes. The blurry scene in his vision gradually became clear.

Zhang Yi fell asleep lying on the bed, still holding Deng Shentong's hand tightly. Feeling the movement from Deng Shentong's fingers, he woke up instantly and sat up straight.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but gently call out Deng Shentong's name.

He held Deng Shentong's hand tightly, feeling his body temperature and strength gradually recovering.

Deng Shentong made a hoarse sound in his throat. He tried hard to speak, but his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. Zhang Yi quickly moved closer and whispered to comfort him, "Don't worry, Captain, it's okay."

Deng Shentong's eyes revealed a trace of confusion, but soon, his vision became clear. He recalled the battle before he fainted, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking that he was still alive.

When Zhang Yi saw Deng Shentong's eyes, he knew that he had regained consciousness, and the burden in his heart was finally relieved a little.

He said softly, "You have been unconscious for five days. I have asked for help from the Jiangnan District. They will find a way to get rid of Cartiers."

Zhang Yi knew what he was most concerned about, and added: "Kardiles doesn't know the information about the Source of God, so he should be targeting you. I have treated your injuries, and you should be able to walk after a day of rest."

Deng Shentong nodded. Although his body was still very weak, his eyes were as bright as ever, and he had obviously started thinking rapidly again.

Zhang Yi stroked his forehead, pushed aside a few strands of silver hair that blocked his eyes, and coaxed him in a low voice: "Don't think about it, just have a good rest, I'll take care of everything."

Deng Shentong reached out and gently tugged at the corner of Zhang Yi's clothes. There was a warm and gentle light in his beautiful eyes, silently conveying something.

The two of them smiled at each other. Although they were in darkness, each other's presence was the greatest light.

……

Cartiers was cruising on the sea, the sea breeze with the familiar salty and moist smell blowing on his face.

His eyes swept aimlessly across the rough sea, feeling a little bored.

In this vast ocean, he was like a lonely shark, cruising aimlessly, waiting for prey to come to him.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

Cartiers' communicator suddenly rang. He quickly picked up the communicator and an emergency notice from the Columbia Ocean Fleet Base appeared on the screen.

His brows tightened.

The notice mentioned that a large number of Huaxu Kingdom warships were approaching the base and the situation was critical. He was required to take immediate action and return to the base to assist in defense and respond to possible battles.

Kadilais' eyes trembled, and his gaze penetrated the thick fog and stared into the depths of Star Island. He felt vaguely that the two people hidden in the thick fog might not be as simple as he imagined.

They were actually able to mobilize the Huaxu Kingdom’s military forces for support.

He gripped the communicator tightly, his fingertips turning white from the excessive force.

A helpless smile appeared on the corner of Kadilais's mouth, and he muttered in a low voice: "You are lucky..."

Following Katiles' order, the beast tide carrying the waves began to slowly turn around and head towards the Columbia Ocean Fleet Base.

Katiles stood on the waves, watching the Star Island gradually disappear from his sight, and thought to himself, next time, you won’t be so lucky.

……

On the shore, a man stood silently, his eyes closely following the back of Cartiers until it gradually disappeared at the end of the horizon.

His figure seemed lonely and desolate, as if he was out of tune with the world around him.

He looked like he had been fished out of the ground. His clothes were ragged and covered with dirt and marks of tear, as if he had been through a fierce battle.

His fingers were covered in dirt and blood, and these marks silently told of the hardships and pain he had experienced.

Next to him was a lonely new grave with a vague name engraved on the tombstone. A stack of drawing papers was carefully arranged and placed in front of the grave.

The grave looks desolate and lonely, as if it is the only witness on this land.

Kulim looked extremely haggard, as if he had been through endless torture and suffering. His eyes were hollow, without their former brilliance, and he looked weak and powerless, as if he had a serious illness.

His already pale skin was now tinged with an almost transparent light blue color, like a piece of fragile paper, making people worry that a gust of wind could blow him down.

Kulim's body trembled slightly, as if he was trying to support himself and not fall down. His hands hung at his sides, and his fingertips trembled slightly, revealing his inner despair and struggle.

His breathing was heavy and slow, and each breath seemed to be taken with all his strength.

He stood on the shore, quietly watching the departure of Cartiers' fleet, his eyes flashing with immense hatred.

The wind on the coast was getting stronger and stronger, blowing the corners of his clothes and making a rustling sound.

He slowly turned around and staggered towards the other side of the coast, his figure gradually disappearing in the sea breeze.