Clang, clang, clang... The sound of hammering constantly rang out from Yin Shen Gong's body. Many places on his Xiu Yun Steel armor had been cleaved open, and steel had driven into his flesh, sending blood streaming.
But he wielded his sword like the wind, desperately blocking the attacks—not only for himself, but for Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang as well.
"Big brother! Sect Leader!"
Blood poured from Qian Sanjiang's mouth as his eyes brimmed with tears. "Don't worry about us anymore! Having fought this battle today, I can die without regret! Go!"
Hou Fang was drenched in blood. His cultivation was the lowest, and by now he had suffered internal injuries, yet he continued fighting madly, roaring, "Big brother! Go! Big brother... Sect Leader! When did you become so softhearted? You are the Sect Leader of the One Heart Sect!"
Yin Shen Gong said nothing.
He seemed not to hear their roars. He ignored everything.
He only swung his sword desperately and fought.
If this had happened a year ago, Yin Shen Gong probably would have escaped, looking out only for himself.
If it had been three years ago, he might even have thrown Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang out to take the blades.
But now, he thought of nothing else. He only knew that these two men could not die. They were the only two brothers he had left in this world!
It had to be said that Mu Linyuan's death had nearly transformed Yin Shen Gong.
Because Yin Shen Gong was fighting with his life, the experts protecting him had no choice but to fight alongside him.
Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang finally managed to preserve their lives.
Far away.
Feng Yun held an Eagle Eye Tube and surveyed the entire battlefield with the aid of his