Lin Man gritted her teeth. "Sister-in-law, let's go! We can't watch my brother throw his life away alone!"
Ding Yun fell silent for a moment before finally speaking. "Xiao Feng told us not to interfere."
Lin Man said anxiously, "But..."
Ding Yun interrupted her. "If Xiao Feng told us not to interfere, he had his reasons. Going in would only distract him."
Lin Man fell silent.
She knew Ding Yun was right. In a battle between late demigods, mid-demigods like them would only be marching to their deaths. Not only would they be unable to help, they would force Lin Feng to divide his attention to protect them.
"But..." Lin Man's eyes reddened.
Dong Xuan drew a deep breath and said, "Trust him."
On the battlefield, the fighting had reached a fever pitch!
Lin Feng fought three opponents alone, drenched in blood and swaying on his feet. Yet he was still fighting!
His sword grew slower and slower, but his gaze grew ever more resolute!
I can't fall... he told himself over and over.
The longer True Person Blood Butcher fought, the more alarmed he became. This brat was clearly on his last legs, so how could he still hold on?! How could his will be so unyielding?!
"This brat... is a madman!" True Person Nether Spring panted. He had already consumed most of his death qi. If the battle continued, he would not last much longer either!
True Lord Blood Fiend was in an even worse state. His blood river had dried up completely, leaving him to fight with his body alone. Lin Feng had already landed seven or eight sword strikes on him, and blood poured from his wounds!
True Person Blood Butcher gritted his teeth, knowing they could not drag this out any longer.
"One final strike!"