Power of Sacrificing to Heaven
Qin Liffei's stern face twisted instantly. His eyes widened round, full of terror and fury.
It was as though two flames were burning within them.
"Haili!"
He roared hoarsely, his voice filled with despair and grief.
His voice tore through the sky, drowning out all the surrounding clamor.
He could no longer spare any thought for Lin Ci before him.
Gripping his spear tightly, all the strength in his body erupted like a volcano.
With a furious shout, he hurled the spear with all his might.
Amid a shriek of wind, the spear shot out like a bolt of black lightning, instantly blasting toward Lin Ci.
Lin Ci had not expected Qin Liffei to suddenly unleash such a ferocious attack.
He hastily tried to block it, only to be driven back again and again by the spear's immense force, stumbling on unsteady feet.
Seizing that opening, Qin Liffei shot toward Haili like an arrow released from its bow.
Every step he took made the ground quake violently, sending great clouds of dust flying.
When he rushed up to her, he saw Haili's face, pale as paper, and the blood continuously spilling from the corner of her mouth. The pain in his heart was like knives carving through him.
His breathing became rapid and heavy. Every breath was like a howl squeezed from his chest.
"Haili!"
He pulled Haili into his arms.
Haili weakly opened her eyes and saw Qin Liffei's anxious face.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly into a frail smile.
"Brother Qin, I... I'm fine..."
Qin Liffei was overcome with grief. "Fine? How could you possibly be fine? You're spraying more blood than Aunt Flo! How could you be fine?!"
Haili shook her head. "I... cough, cough..."
She coughed a few times,