The patriarch and elders' expressions turned exceptionally grim upon hearing this.
The little girl who had just been rescued let out a wail and burst into tears, gazing pitifully at her grandfather on the ground, her face streaked with tears.
"Keep treating him! Give it everything you've got, everything!!"
The Fifth Elder shouted loudly. His black eyes gradually reddened, tears slowly welling up in them. Clearly, he could not accept this outcome.
The elders around him also reddened their eyes, recalling the past—recalling how the Third Elder had once fought for the Zhao Family, shedding his blood in fierce battles against the Purplekin.
Back then, they had still been young. In order to gain a foothold in this city, they had clashed with several of the city's families, and the two sides had fought battle after battle.
Relying on unity and their determination to protect the Zhao Family, the elders, led by the patriarch, had forcibly carved a bloody path through their enemies and ultimately established themselves in this city.
Now, the entire family was flourishing, its strength growing ever greater. They had even become one of the city's three great families, feared by all and not easily provoked.
Watching the Zhao Family grow stronger and stronger, the elders had thought they were old and could finally enjoy some peace and comfort.
But who could have imagined that the Third Elder would suffer such a calamity, spilling his blood across the long street? It broke everyone's hearts beyond measure.
"Spare no cost! Save Old Third with everything we have! He must live!" the Second Elder roared himself hoarse.
"Yes, yes, we'll do our best. We'll definitely do our best."
Several healing summoners clenched their teeth and continued treating the Third Elder with all their strength, trying to fight for that