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"Seventy percent! Seventy-five!" the old man shouted. "He's about to die! Once it reaches ninety percent, his bodily functions will transfer to the flower's body, and then the flower will awaken! After it hits one hundred percent, everything will be complete! I've waited too long for this day, far too long!" As he spoke, the old man fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.
The sound of his kneeling echoed in the air. "Thud!" No, that wasn't the sound of the old man kneeling; it was the sound of the large iron gate being kicked open. The heavy door flew into the square, and a crowd surged in behind it, led by Shen Zhitao, followed by Tang Fengzhuang Peng, Da Qiang, and others. It seemed that Wang Chao's old companions had all come here.
"Little Grudge, you know what to do. The rest of you, restrain that old man and that little girl!" Within seconds, Shen Zhitao issued her command, and everyone rushed forward. At that moment, the old man and Little Grass also noticed the intruders. No one saw the flicker of a different color in Little Grass's cold eyes.
"Little Grass, stop them! We can't let them ruin my plan!" The old man stood up and quickly said. He glanced at the numbers on the screen; it had reached eighty percent—almost there! If they could just hold on for a few more minutes, the flower would come back to life! In his anxiety, he didn't have time to consider how these people had found their way here; he only knew he couldn't let his life's work be destroyed in these final moments.
With Shen Zhitao's order, everyone rushed to the center of the square, closing in on the massive machine. Shen Zhitao threw a dagger; she had to stop the machine from operating. However, Little Grass kicked out and sent the flying dagger off course, embedding it into the ground and leaving behind a dark hole that seemed bottomless.
Eighty-five percent.
At that moment, Da Qiang and Tang Feng charged forward. Tang Feng unsheathed his Tang Dao and swung it at Little Grass. With a swift motion, she deflected his wrist and seized the long blade of the Tang Dao. Ignoring her own bloodshed, she managed to snap the incredibly sharp weapon in half. Meanwhile, Da Qiang's specially made gauntlet struck at her; Little Grass lifted her leg and caught Da Qiang's wrist where it connected with his gauntlet, rendering him powerless.
Three feathered arrows shot out—Zhuang Peng's Bone Arrows. They weren't fired simultaneously but rather with intervals between them. Seeing this, Little Grass disregarded the two in front of her and dashed toward the arrows because she realized they were aimed at the machine. If it stopped working, then Wang Chao would never awaken again.
The other two understood as well; if they didn't stop Little Grass, Wang Chao would remain lost forever. Seeing this, Tang Feng swung his half-broken Tang Dao at Little Grass while Da Qiang attacked with his gauntlet. They were close enough that even though Little Grass was incredibly fast, she couldn't evade both attacks. If she chose to block or counter them, Zhuang Peng's arrows would surely pierce into the machine.
What choice would Little Grass make?
Eighty-seven percent.
In a split second, Little Grass completely ignored both attacks—a blade and a fist aimed at her—and charged straight for those three Bone Arrows instead. One arm remained behind as she fully surrendered to their assault; under their strikes, one of her arms was severed. This outcome was something even Da Qiang and Tang Feng hadn't anticipated.
The little grass, with one arm broken, did not make a sound as it rushed straight towards the three Bone Arrows. The speed of the Bone Arrows was swift, but so was the little grass; the others could only watch helplessly as the two sped towards each other. To them, it felt as though time had come to a standstill.
Zhuang Peng's palms were already sweating.
Eighty-eight percent.
The little grass reached the side of the Bone Arrows and lifted its foot to kick. However, at that moment, the flying Bone Arrow changed course just as the little grass was about to strike! The last Bone Arrow actually sped up, overtaking the first two arrows. It collided with the tail of the second Bone Arrow, giving it a boost that significantly increased its speed.
At that moment, the little grass's prediction fell short; it only managed to kick down the last Bone Arrow, which had slowed down. Meanwhile, the second Bone Arrow struck the tail of the first one. The momentum from both arrows transferred instantly to the first Bone Arrow, propelling it to a terrifying speed and power. Even someone at Wang Chao's level would find it difficult to shoot this arrow down!
Eighty-nine percent!
If it reached ninety percent, then Wang Chao would never wake up again—he would be dead for good! Everyone's hopes rested on this single arrow! The little grass realized this too, but the arrow was already behind it, making it nearly impossible to shoot down! Just then, the little grass performed a backflip in mid-air and extended its hand—not to shoot down the Bone Arrow but to block it with its palm!
The Bone Arrow pierced deep into the little grass's other arm, embedding itself within! The little grass had chosen this way to stop the arrow's speed! It understood that this arrow would surely strike the instrument, but at eighty-nine percent, if it could just hold off the Bone Arrow for one second, flowers would bloom again. Its mission as a little grass would be complete, and then it could die alongside Wang Chao.
To the little grass, death felt like birth—just a part of life's journey, nothing more, no need for sorrow.
The little grass closed its eyes; success or failure hinged on this fleeting second.
Then, with a heavy thud, both the little grass and the arrow crashed onto the instrument. The Bone Arrow pierced through its arm and plunged deep into the massive device, disappearing into its depths. Silence enveloped them all as they stared at the instrument; finally, the progress bar halted at eighty-nine percent and did not move forward anymore.
Then, the screen condensed into a line before turning into a dot and ultimately went completely black.
The flowers did not awaken.
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