"Quick, let's go! Old Chu is still alive!"
Yang Yong's sudden words struck like a clap of thunder, shattering the silence on the battlefield.
Lin Yi's expression changed, and he quickly stood up.
Even Tang Zhan, who had been busy collecting bodies in the distance, came running over.
"What did you say? Old Chu is still alive?"
His face alight with excitement, Yang Yong nodded. "He just called me. He's not far from here. Follow me!"
With that, Yang Yong turned and ran.
Lin Yi, Tang Zhan, Zhao Jian, and the others all followed, running down the mountain.
After they had sprinted for less than five hundred meters...
...they saw a man in the distance leaning against a tree, repeatedly flicking a lighter. CLICK. CLICK.
Lin Yi saw him from a distance. Who else could it be but Chu Zhengxiong?
As they drew closer.
"Brother Chu?"
Seeing Chu Zhengxiong's battered state, Lin Yi's eyes instantly welled up with tears.
