Yue Xiaofei wiped the blood from Ning Hongye's face with his sleeve, but the more he wiped, the more there seemed to be. Her breathing was so faint, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any moment.
He quickly pressed his fingers to her wrist.
Thank goodness. She still had a pulse.
It was slow, but it hadn't stopped.
Yue Xiaofei let out a long breath and slumped to the ground, resting Ning Hongye's head against his shoulder. He knew she had pushed herself far beyond her limits.
The power that nullified every ability couldn't possibly be used lightly. And she had just suppressed thirty A-Level Transcendents at once.
She had nearly traded her life for theirs!
"You foolish woman. You're out of your mind."
Yue Xiaofei gave a bitter laugh and gently brushed the stray hair from her forehead.
He raised his head and looked around.
The place was a slaughterhouse. Severed limbs lay everywhere, and the stench of blood filled the air.
He spotted a few figures moving in the distance.
They were warriors who were still alive.
One braced himself against a broken pillar, struggling to stand.
Another sat on the ground, desperately wrapping bandages around his severed leg.
Yue Xiaofei bit down hard on his tongue, using the sharp pain to clear his head.
He grabbed a broken rifle beside him and used it as a crutch, slowly pushing himself up.
It took everything he had. Every inch sent pain screaming through his wounds.
But he stood.
From where he stood, Yue Xiaofei looked down at the warriors, their faces full of despair and exhaustion.
These were the brothers who had fought their way here with him.
Eight hundred of them.
How many could still move?
Yue Xiaofei gritted his teeth and