轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Thean arm at the moment, his face as pale as paper, he was clearly severely injured.Today's Heavenly Trench Sect, fewer than half remain. Most have already died in battle, and those still living will no...