The first one to regain consciousness was Ning Yu, who drew a self-defense dagger from Nedved, whose quiver was already empty, and madly sprinted towards the Evil-eye Tyrant. Moer and Helen each seized a scimitar from Trist and also chased after her.
Ning Yu ran too fast, she tripped over something on the ground, and fell heavily. She painfully held her knee, gritted her teeth, and continued to run towards us. Under the reflective clam shells on her back, her beautiful yet exhausted face looked stark white.
"Don't come over!" All of Liu Zhenhan's bones seemed to be squeezed together, the pain was so intense that even his scalp was numb. Watching the three girls come forward as if courting death, he felt a sweet and sharp pain in his heart. The words he roared out were also powerless and weak.
