"Not dead."
"Good lad!"
Father and son exchanged a glance and smiled at the same time.
The smile was brief, but at that moment, it said more than a thousand words.
Gu Xiao patted his son's shoulder with his right hand, then turned and continued killing enemies.
Gu Ci took a deep breath, raised his fists again, and charged forward after his father.
By dusk, the Star Luo Empire's fourth assault was finally repelled.
The Heaven Dou Empire soldiers on the walls slumped to the ground, gasping for breath. Some cried, some laughed, while others silently stared at the corpses of their comrades beside them.
Gu Ci leaned against a damaged stretch of wall. Zi Dian lay across his lap, while Night Shadow curled up by his feet.
He looked down at his hands. The blood on them had dried, forming a dark red crust. His fingers were stiff and barely obeyed him.
He tried clenching his fist, and his knuckles cracked.
"Kid, still alive?" a familiar voice came from above.
Gu Ci looked up and saw Dugu Bo standing before him on the wall, though he had no idea when the man had arrived.
The Poison Douluo wore a dark, fitted outfit rather than his distinctive Dark Green Robe, making him look far more inconspicuous.
He had concealed his aura flawlessly. The soldiers around them had not even noticed his arrival.
"Alive," Gu Ci said hoarsely.
Dugu Bo crouched down and swept his gaze over Gu Ci. When he saw the bandages haphazardly wrapped around Gu Ci's left arm, he frowned.
He reached out, untied the bandages, checked the wound, then took a small bottle from his robes and sprinkled some dark green powder over it.
The instant the powder touched the wound, Gu Ci sucked in a sharp