Wang Xuanyi's eyes were full of determination as he looked at the Dragon Boat below.
The Dragon Boat was still emitting beams of white light. Although the power of the beams had decreased greatly, they were still very damaging to the alliance army.
"I, Wang Xuanyi, said I would destroy you, so I will definitely destroy you!" Wang Xuanyi gripped the Zhanlu Sword tightly and walked toward the gap in the Dragon Boat.
With every step he took, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. The blood from the wound on his abdomen kept flowing, forming a bloody path in the air.
"Don't!" Diao Moye cried silently.
The eyes of Mi Ziwen, Xiao Jianghe, Wang Xin, and the others were red. They wanted to help, but they were already powerless.
"If I die here, help me tell His Highness that I'll follow him in my next life," Xiao Jianghe said and charged forward with his saber.
