As soon as Yan was knocked into the air by Second Brother, Shi Sanquan and the others couldn't help but cheer loudly.
Meanwhile, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting screamed in pain, almost bursting into tears.
"Yan—" Beiming Xue called out as she rushed towards the figure that had been slapped away.
Tears flowed down Beiming Xue's face as she dashed forward, her heart filled with sorrow: Yan is so small, so weak, how could it possibly withstand a blow from the Demon King? Even if I rush over, it will be too late. It must have been killed.
Just as Beiming Xue was halfway there, her tears blurred her vision.
At this moment, that dark figure fell far away onto the ground with a "thud," shattering several pieces of the deck.
Then, the figure suddenly leapt up to stand, blood at the corner of the mouth, face full of rage.
Upon seeing that the dark figure could stand up, Beiming Xue was slightly relieved, thinking: Yan can stand up; it seems the injuries aren't severe.
