Bodhi Divine Sense, Black Meteor Needle
Jiang Guifan's face was so dark it looked ready to drip. He turned away, and only after a long moment did he manage to choke out, "We're leaving!"
Everyone stared at him in a daze. Someone from the Kirin Clan had already rushed to the crater on the battlefield and carried out Nangong Hongye, who still hadn't come to after his consciousness had been thrown into chaos.
They all looked at him with complicated expressions. Yan Jin sighed too, gazing at their pale-faced boss, drenched in sweat. He shook his head almost unconsciously and said softly, "Let's go. Keep up with the main group."
Only then did the Kirin Clan members follow Jiang Guifan's retreating figure one by one. Seeing this, Bi Fan finally let out a relieved breath and sank to the ground. Seriously injured, he was utterly exhausted.
Jin Shanshan and the others came running over, cheering loudly. One after another, they jumped into the crater, overjoyed. But when they saw blood pouring from Bi Fan's body and wounds deep enough to expose bone, their expressions changed. They hurried to help him up with the utmost care. "Big Brother, are you all right?"
Bi Fan coughed and managed to force out a faint smile. "Don't worry. I'm not going to die."
"Sure, you won't die. You've only lost half your life." Ling Xiaoxiao strolled along at the very back. Looking at his feeble state, she snorted. "That's what you get for showing off. You should've just let Xuanzhi fight him from the start."
He smiled faintly. He knew the little girl was only saying that because she was worried about him, so he explained softly, "Nangong Hongye has always looked down on the Golden Crow Clan. If I hadn't faced him head-on,