Sweat mixed with blood rolled down from the forehead.
The whole person looked as if they had just been fished out from the Blood Pool.
Wei Banmeng's cold face couldn't hide the deep fatigue, leaning against a piece of ice rock corroded by acid, she slowly slid down, inserting the Profound Qilin Double Blades into the snow before her, closing her eyes and meditating.
Lu Jiuyuan, Haozi, and Old Qin.
Even had almost no strength left to sit.
Directly lying sprawled on the ground, their chests heaving violently.
Lin Kang propped himself up with a long sword, barely standing, looking around searching for something.
When his gaze swept across the forefront of the Dawn Army Formation, it suddenly froze.
A figure still stood upright like a javelin at the front line.
It was Ji Wuya.
With his back to everyone, his white hair, stained with dark red blood clots, shone under the residual ice-blue glow and flickering fire light of the battlefield.
