In that corner, a long-haired girl in a white trench coat lay quietly on the ground. Her clothes were covered with dust and bloodstains. The girl's eyebrows were tightly knitted, her eyes shut tightly, and her complexion was deathly pale, the weak heaving of her chest revealing her faint breathing.
Seeing the unconscious An Yiqing, a glint of triumph flashed in the eyes of the man in black. He glanced at his companion, who was already breathless, and once again circulated his Inner Breath, his body darting forward and his Iron Fist savagely aimed at the head of An Yiqing on the ground!
The twelve members of the An Zhifengs, who were entangled by the Canglang Sect's cohorts, looked at the scene with eyes ready to burst from fury, the blood vessels in their eyes exploding with redness. They threw off the man in black clinging to them with all their might and rushed towards An Yiqing!
