Ling Chen spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva and, with Zhou Jun's help, he stood up again.
Gasping for breath, Ling Chen once again fixed his gaze on the strange man. By now, the strange man seemed to have lost his strength and suddenly knelt on the ground, his head weakly tilting to one side. After a while, his body leaned forward and he fell to the ground, motionless.
Seeing this, the few people present all breathed a sigh of relief simultaneously.
"Song, how are you? Are you hurt?" Ling Chen and Zhou Jun hurried to Song Ge's side, attempting to help him up. However, Song Ge lay on the ground, eyes tightly shut, as if he had fallen into a coma.
"Don't worry about him; he's just been struck by steel needles and passed out. He'll be fine once he wakes up."
At that moment, the voice of a young man came over, bringing a sense of calm to Ling Chen's tense mood.
