"Lu Ren—it's Lu Ren! Prince Mo Yi truly defected to Lu Ren!"
Everyone who saw this was shocked.
When Long Yazi saw Lu Ren, a flicker of killing intent flashed through his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
"Xia Susu, for Lu Ren's sake, we will temporarily set aside the grievances between us and the Ancient Martial Artists!"
Long Yazi said.
"Hmph, for Lu Ren's sake? You're just hoping Lu Ren can deal with Hun Mie Xian, aren't you? Once Lu Ren kills Hun Mie Xian, you'll turn your backs and deny everything again?"
Xia Susu sneered.
Long Yazi's expression remained indifferent. "If Lu Ren can stop Hun Mie Xian again this time, then us old fossils are willing to sacrifice ourselves!"
Xia Susu shot Long Yazi a glance and ignored him. She then turned to Lu Ren and asked worriedly, "Lu Ren... how are you?"
Lu Ren's face was pale, and his lips twitched slightly. "I... I'm... fine... Just... tired..."
His voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum. Lu Ren's eyes slowly drifted shut, yet a faint smile curved his lips. "At last... we held it..."
After saying that, Lu Ren spoke no more and slowly closed his eyes.
Everyone who witnessed this felt unbearable heartache. Just what kind of pain had Lu Ren endured in that battle to suffer such injuries?
To protect the Xuanhuang Continent, Lu Ren had been willing to risk his life to this extent.
Yet Long Yazi, the Azure Dragon Clan's ancestor and its most senior powerhouse, had stood by and watched him die.
All because Lu Ren was an Ancient Martial Artist.
"Leave Lu Ren to me!"
Yun Qingyao reached out and took Lu Ren from Prince Mo Yi.
Xia Susu stepped forward and said anxiously, "We need to return to the