"Alright, I'll depend on you. If my family is saved, even if you ask me to climb the mountain of swords or dive into the sea of flames, I'll not hesitate,"
After saying this, Wang Lin bowed deeply.
Lu Yan nodded and was about to go towards the mountain, but he spotted a familiar face not far away.
It was Zhang Jun.
At this moment, Zhang Jun was covered in blood, charging towards the mountaintop. Behind him, the Wu Family's martial artists were in hot pursuit.
"I must save Xuan and the others, I must..."
With determination fixed in his face, Zhang Jun, who had been struck in the back, was bleeding profusely. However, he kept going as if he didn't even feel it. In his eyes, there was only the mountaintop, or rather, his sole intention was to rescue his family.
What plunged him into despair was that he kept losing strength from his body. His pace gradually slowed down while the Wu Family's martial artists were closing in.
Whoosh!
