"Jiang Chen..."
Jiang Chen shoved Zhan Yang, JinLing, and the others into the channel.
But he himself was left behind.
As soon as they entered the channel, they turned to look back at him.
They saw that Jiang Chen, who was right behind them, hadn't made it into the channel in time.
They cried out in shock.
In truth, they knew Jiang Chen could have been the first to rush into the channel.
If he had, they would have been the ones left behind. After Jiang Chen's whirlwind shield shattered, countless Ghosts would have pounced on them and devoured their souls.
Instead, Jiang Chen had given them this chance to escape, putting himself in peril.
JinLing cried out, tears streaming down her face.
To be blunt, Jiang Chen was just a chance acquaintance. They had no real connection, yet he had saved them time and again. Now, at this critical moment, he was covering their retreat.
They could only watch as Jiang Chen was swallowed by the countless Ghosts.
He was so close.
