The Taoist by now had ceased to play, unleashing spells that grew increasingly formidable. As they struck their bodies, more blood flowed, and the corners of both their mouths were bleeding too.
It was their bodies that had sustained injuries; internal damage had caused blood to seep from the corners of their mouths.
They felt a sense of despair. Were they really going to die like this?
The arrival of Lai Jianlin brought smiles to Ding Ling and Mo Wen's faces.
"Brother..." Ding Ling, seeing the person she adored come to their rescue, smiled joyfully. In the depths of the young girl's eyes was profound affection, and even though there was blood at her mouth, her red lips seemed even more vivid, adding a touch of stunning beauty.
"Junior brother..." Mo Wen, accustomed to referring to junior brothers, still called Lai Jianlin a junior, despite Lai having far surpassed his own abilities.
