How could he endure this!?
Mo Lingchuan roared madly, put away the huge sword in his hand, and rushed towards the falling Jin Shuhui like a wild beast, angrily shouting: "I, this prince, will tear you to pieces myself, pull out your organs, chew them alive, this is the price of injuring this prince!"
The remaining martial artists from the Demon Suppression Hall couldn't help but close their eyes, unwilling to witness this extremely brutal scene.
But suddenly, this battlefield full of corpses, inexplicably quieted down...
Jin Shuhui, who was already prepared to die, yet the expected pain and cold did not arrive.
Not even the impact of hitting the ground...
Her graceful body lightened, as she, who was gradually cooling due to excessive blood loss, fell into a warm embrace.
Jin Shuhui frowned slightly, slowly opened her eyes, and her sight met a man's face.
A face with indifferent expression, handsome features.
