Thunk!
Count Evan collapsed weakly to the ground.
Chilling cold crept into his not-so-robust body from the icy ground, but Count Evan was no longer able to stand.
He felt as if the blood-colored smoke that had just swirled past him had drained the blood, strength, and even soul from his body.
At the moment, his hands and feet were weak, and he was powerless even to twitch.
What was that martial skill just now?
Count Evan was horrified, straining his eyes to look for his sister.
If the mere aftershock had nearly taken his life, then what about his sister who was hit directly?
Nothing can happen to his sister!
Count Evan could unblinkingly command the Lords of the Eastern Lands to circle and annihilate the Pegasus Army, could deliberately open the city gate to lure the Blood Knight Army into the White Dew Fortress, could even watch White Dew City become a human hell bathed in blood, but he would never want to see his sister Anna in trouble.
