Fierce Battle 1
Watching that coward cry as he picked up a dagger.
Gu Moxiu suddenly did not find him so detestable anymore.
Qin Sha looked to the side and placed Lin Nuonuo into a crack between the rocks.
Then he grabbed several more stones and buried her beneath them.
He tossed some water and compressed biscuits beside her.
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"You damn it..."
Qin Sha wiped his nose. "If we don't make it back, she... she should still be able to survive."
"Forget it!" Gu Moxiu said no more. With a turn, he charged toward the other side.
Qin Sha took several deep breaths.
He shook like a sieve.
After thinking it over, he moved the stones aside and slapped Lin Nuonuo again.
Remembering to cover her back up, he screamed as he ran over.
"Wait for me!"
Qin Sha's legs were a little weak, and he even fell flat on his face.
But he quickly scrambled back up and ran after him.
As he neared the battlefield, Qin Sha had thought there was nothing left to piss, yet he forcibly leaked a little.
Severed limbs and broken arms lay everywhere, painting the ground red with blood.
The surging aura made it difficult even to approach.
"I'll fuck your mother..." He cursed again to bolster his courage, gritting his teeth as he ran forward.
Beyond extreme fear lay madness.
That madness crushed everything else.
Even if King Yama himself came, he would still have to take a few slaps.
Amid the crowd, the slaughter continued without end.
"Riiip!"
Su Yu's short spike tore through a Martial King's throat, spraying scalding blood across his face.
Using the falling corpse as cover, he slipped like a loach to Lin Mu's side, where he had been forced into the crowd.
At such close