Chen Mengze dragged her crippled body forward, inching laboriously toward the center of the battlefield!
Though her injuries were not yet enough to threaten her life, every step tugged at the wounds all over her body, as if she were enduring the cruelest torture in the world...
Her face was pale and cold, and the beads of sweat gathering on her brow showed the agony she was enduring. Yet she pressed her lips tightly together without uttering a single cry or groan. She merely forced herself onward with all her strength, wanting only to reach Shen Mo's side as quickly as possible, whether he was dead or alive!
After who knew how long, Chen Mengze's robes had been soaked through with sweat, and the bloody mist in the air could finally no longer obscure her vision.
She saw the Martial Might God, towering like a mountain, sitting silently on the ground as though asleep. More than half of its savage scales had been shattered, and dreadful sword scars covered its entire body. A long, narrow sword wound had also appeared across its indistinct face, glimmering with flecks of golden light as it stretched all the way down to its left chest!
Yet no matter how she searched, she could not find any sign of Shen Mo.
Just then, the sword wound on the Martial Might God's face, from which golden blood seeped, split wider and wider. Blood like liquid gold poured down in torrents, smashing deep pits into the ground;
A rust-covered broken sword thrust out from the wound, followed by a figure drenched in golden blood struggling to crawl out. It fell from ten thousand feet in the air and crashed heavily into the ground with a roar like a meteor striking earth!
"He's alive..."
Chen Mengze's expression instantly