In this moment of utmost urgency, the atmosphere inside the Dark Ancient Castle was oppressively tense.
Everyone looked at Fan Mengxue, who lay in Anastasia's arms, her complexion extremely ashen.
Their eyes all turned red.
If it hadn't been for Fan Mengxue just now, they might have all been annihilated.
But as soon as they returned to the Dark Ancient Castle, Fan Mengxue had fallen into a coma due to her severe injuries.
At that time, the protective barrier outside was on the brink of collapse, and Metatron's smug laughter could be heard coming through.
Titan took a deep breath, turned, and left.
"Where are you going?" the Dream Demoness asked.
Titan said indifferently, "Obviously, to gamble with that birdman's life and avenge Meng Xue."
"But the injuries on your body!"
"The Titan race has never had cowards, even in death we shall fall on the battlefield."
The words of Titan moved everyone.
