The ten seconds of enduring damage finally ended. Xiong Houdao's pupils contracted as he took in Feng Yi's condition—his entire body was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely. Xiong rushed over immediately, applying medicine and bandaging the injuries. Inside the first aid kit were blood plasma packs matching Feng Yi's blood type, allowing for a rapid transfusion.
Feng Yi lay back weakly but smiled in relief. "Thank goodness I'm alive. Thank you... and my ship doctor too, for preparing such a thorough first aid kit."
Xiong Houdao exhaled in relief. Feng Yi's life was indeed saved, and the first aid kit had proven crucial in preventing fatal blood loss.
However, participating in the third trial would still be dangerous.
Feng Yi reassured him, "Don't worry. There's still hope. The Mystic Realm won't close for another day. If I rest and recover for that long, I'll be fine."
"Alright."
Once Xiong finished bandaging him, Feng Yi's body was wrapped entirely in white gauze. The bleeding had stopped, and with the transfusion, a faint light returned to his eyes. Painkillers were also administered to prevent him from repeatedly passing out from the pain.
Xiong couldn't help but marvel at Feng Yi's incredible willpower. He had actually endured it—this was 10% of the damage Ye Yu had taken, which was terrifying, as evident from earlier.
Meanwhile, outside, Yang Luo and the other two frowned in confusion.
Ba Ye muttered, "Why hasn't the Mystic Realm closed yet?"
Wang Jue narrowed his eyes. "It's still ongoing? Unless the time limit hasn't been reached, the only way it closes is if everyone withdraws. Could Ye Yu still be alive?"
Yang Luo was taken aback, his expression darkening. "That shouldn't be possible. With his exhaustion and our combined attack, even if he didn't die, he shouldn't have been able to continue. If he did, he'd surely be dead by now. So why...?"
They couldn't make sense of it and could only wait.
The rest of the world also noticed that the trial was still ongoing.
The Dominant Feather Pirate Crew was on edge, praying fervently.
"Captain... you have to come out alive."
Qiao Ling'er stood ready to provide medical treatment at any moment.
A day passed, and Feng Yi stood up, looking much better.
Throughout that day, Xiong Houdao had stayed by his side, struggling to hold on despite his own severe injuries and exhaustion. The only reason he hadn't withdrawn was to continuously tend to Feng Yi's wounds, changing bandages and applying medicine.
Ye Yu had also been treated, and what shocked them the most was how quickly his injuries were healing. They realized it was due to inheriting seven traits—his recovery rate was also multiplied.
Still, Ye Yu's injuries remained severe, and he remained unconscious. Feng Yi wasn't worried, knowing Ye Yu was out of danger. His prolonged sleep was simply due to extreme exhaustion and physical strain.
Feng Yi stood up, pleased. "This is good. We can proceed to the third trial, and Ye Yu will be able to endure it."
Xiong Houdao nodded. "Not just because of this day—Ye Yu's recovery is astonishing, and his condition has improved. But also because you took 10% of the damage for him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lasted this long, let alone had the chance to recover. His injuries would've only worsened. Still... are you sure you can handle the third trial? Even if it doesn't require strong combat power, the environment will be brutal."
Feng Yi's fighting spirit burned bright. "I'll endure it. This is the reward for choosing to preserve my best condition in the first trial—so I can carry Ye Yu through the third."
Xiong Houdao nodded, then took off his mink fur coat.
"I'm withdrawing now. I can't hold on much longer. Take this coat—I won't need it outside."
"Alright."
Feng Yi accepted it without hesitation.
"Goodbye. I hope to hear news of your success, and perhaps we'll meet again outside."
"Alright, thank you for your help."
Feng Yi was also grateful to Xiong Houdao for all his assistance.
Xiong Houdao withdrew, and Feng Yi, looking at the unconscious Ye Yu, chose to begin the third trial.
The reason Xiong Houdao didn't continue was that he felt he couldn't hold on any longer—two trials' rewards were already quite good.
The first trial had drained him greatly; his condition was only slightly better than Ye Yu's, not enough to pass out completely. After spending the day helping Feng Yi, he had reached his limit. Upon withdrawing, he immediately fainted.
Xiong Houdao's crew hurried to treat him, alarmed by his severe injuries and the immense depletion of his stamina and energy.
Meanwhile, the scene shifted—Feng Yi and Ye Yu were transported to a frozen wasteland.
Endless ice stretched before them, heavy snow falling as a bitter wind howled like ghosts and wolves.
This was the starting point. The finish line lay straight ahead, ten kilometers away.
Upon arrival, Feng Yi shivered violently, exhaling Cold Energy.
"Whew, it's so cold."
He struck the ice with all his might, carving out a slab to lay Ye Yu upon.
First, he spread his own coat over it, then gently placed Ye Yu down before covering him with Xiong Houdao's Mink Fur Coat.
Though Feng Yi was freezing, he didn't take it for himself.
Somewhat reassured, he muttered, "With Ye Yu's strong physique and these coverings, even if he's badly injured, he should withstand the cold. Now, all I need to do is reach the finish line. I must succeed—clear this trial so Ye Yu can claim triple rewards."
"That way, he'll surely be happy. After all, passing the first trial laid a solid foundation, so tripling the rewards would be significant."
As for himself, he hadn't defeated many Rock Stone Generals in the first trial, so even with triple rewards, his gains wouldn't be substantial. But he didn't mind at all, nor did he feel the effort outweighed the returns. Helping Ye Yu was reward enough.
Feng Yi drilled a hole at the front of the ice slab, threaded a tube through it, and tied it around himself to pull the ice forward.
Gliding across the ice made the task less strenuous, but the further he went, the more intense the cold became.
Soon, his exposed skin turned bright red, and his nose dripped only to freeze instantly.
Ye Yu could endure it—his body was far stronger—but Feng Yi, already severely injured and thinly dressed, was tormented by the cold.
Yet he gritted his teeth, pressing forward with unwavering determination.
Every so often, he glanced back. Ye Yu's breathing remained steady, his chest rising slightly. Though his face was also flushed from the cold, it wasn't as severe as Feng Yi's.
Reassured, Feng Yi knew Ye Yu could hold on. Now, he just had to endure himself.
Clenching his jaw, he dragged Ye Yu onward.
Two hours passed, but he had only covered two kilometers. Each step was agony—his frozen body moved sluggishly, his feet numb as if they no longer belonged to him.
On the ice, Feng Yi trudged forward like a walking corpse.
Awooo—
Suddenly, his expression changed. With great effort, he pried open his ice-crusted eyelids—his lashes were frozen shut—and peered ahead. Creatures were approaching.
Feng Yi wasn't surprised. This trial might lack overwhelming foes, but that didn't mean there were no obstacles.
Soon, he saw them clearly—thirty thick-furred Snow Wolves emerged.
Feng Yi's eyes lit up as he gazed at the thick fur of the Snow Wolf. Wearing it would surely provide warmth, allowing him to endure longer. Yet he knew confronting these Snow Wolves would be extremely perilous—but he had no choice but to fight.