It's snowing.
At this moment, in the minor world, it was already the time of spring blooms, but suddenly, it began to snow.
The snow came quite abruptly. But as it landed on people, the icy feeling penetrated through the skin, straight to the heart.
Lieu Zhanxiao lay at a distance; he could no longer stand, his body was in shambles, blood constantly oozing from the corner of his mouth, but at this moment, he couldn't even stop the bleeding.
Ning Wangyang propped himself with a longsword, barely standing next to Li Chen, the black flame on his sword had dimmed.
At the back of the battlefield, a few people sneaked over, then hurriedly wrapped their arms around several injured warriors before frantically rushing towards the rear.
These people were from the healing troops.
Quite a few seriously injured warriors depended on them to cling to life.
Perhaps they looked somewhat bedraggled and pathetic at this moment, but they were also warriors! Only, they fought in different places.
