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Bang!
The man in black's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering Jiang Chen with a mixture of red and white fluids.
Lin Zhiyan's face turned pale all of a sudden, a wave of nausea surged up, but she forcibly suppressed it.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
Bang! Bang!
Thud! Thud!
The fight continued, Jiang Chen's wounds multiplied, yet the men besieging him diminished in number.
Thud!
The last black-clad man fell, with bodies strewn all around Jiang Chen. He, drenched in blood, resembled a blood-soaked figure.
The crisis over, his Cultivation Technique ceased to operate. Jiang Chen's body swayed, and he collapsed toward the ground.
"Jiang Chen!" Lin Zhiyan exclaimed, rushing forward to support him.
Glancing at Jiang Chen's somewhat dazed eyes, Lin Zhiyan was startled and hurriedly dragged him to the car.
"Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen, are you alright? Wake up, Jiang Chen!" Lin Zhiyan frantically shook his body, her own bloodstained, as tears swirled in her eyes.
