Yang Zhen's burst of fresh blood scared everyone.
Who had ever seen Yang Zhen in such a disheveled state?
His clothes had nearly turned into rags, and blood was dripping all over his body. His spurting blood had almost become a fountain, staining the ground red.
No one had ever seen Yang Zhen in such a state. Even the despicable cat, Hua Youyue, and Han Yan'er had never seen Yang Zhen sustain such serious injuries.
However, what was most unbelievable was that Yang Zhen willingly gave up resisting for the sake of the Sao Saint, allowing the Sao Saint to directly hit him.
Caw - !
The Sao Saint let out a piercing squawk that echoed through heaven and earth. The Thunder element fluctuations on his body became even more violent, countless Thunder Dragons roared furiously around the Saint, flying up and down, as if they were about to destroy the heavens and the earth.
