But the next wave of attacks was already upon him. With no time to dwell on their betrayal, he rallied once more to fight back.
A dazzling array of Spells and Magical Treasures danced through the air, completely illuminating the sky above the Mo Family.
More and more people turned their attention to the Array, their faces etched with worry.
Soon, Mo Wentian collapsed, severely wounded.
His chest was soaked in blood, and the Spiritual Energy within him was in complete disarray, spiraling out of his control.
He had already reached his limit just by holding on this long.
He lay on the ground, gazing up at the mysterious figure in midair as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth once more.
"Why… why would you… help her… harm me?"
Mo Wentian truly couldn't understand why anyone would choose to wade into the Mo Family's muddy waters.
'Isn't she afraid of getting burned?'
Hearing his question, Song Wanning's indifferent voice drifted out from beneath her cloak.
