"Senior Brother, are you alright?!"
Li Zixuan hurried over. Seeing Qin Yang's condition, the rims of her eyes instantly reddened.
At that moment, Qin Yang was lying in a deep crater.
His robes were torn to shreds, and rubble occasionally fell onto his body.
He looked utterly drained, the crisscrossing gashes on his chest so deep that bone was visible.
"Here, take my hand, Senior Brother…"
Li Zixuan carefully helped Qin Yang up, but before she could get a firm grip, another voice called out.
"Master, Master!"
Xiaobai scampered over and supported Qin Yang's right arm, wailing her heart out. "You can't die! If I lose you, I'll become a fox that nobody wants…"
Her mournful sobs echoed across the city wall.
THUMP… THUMP…
Everyone gathered around.
The Chief Commander led a group of Innate Martial Artists and stood before Qin Yang, forming a human wall.
"Master, eat this, quickly."
