"Brother Feng!"
"Grand Commander!"
Ling Xiaoxiao and Huanyang, among others, dashed forward as if their lives depended on it.
In Feng Wuchen's eyes, his injured form shot forth, now plummeting, already having passed out.
Ling Xiaoxiao flashed to his side and felt Feng Wuchen's breath was extremely weak, already at death's door.
"Brother Feng!" Ling Xiaoxiao exclaimed in panic as she took out an elixir and fed it to Feng Wuchen, tears streaming down incessantly.
"The Grand Commander's injuries are very serious!" Seeing that Feng Wuchen had already passed out, with his breath growing weaker, Huanyang became even more panicked.
"Miss Ling, how is the Grand Commander doing?" asked Luanshen, his expression fraught with panic.
"Brother Feng's injuries are beyond recovery, and his breath is growing fainter by the moment." Ling Xiaoxiao said in alarm, having fed Feng Wuchen an elixir, but to no effect whatsoever.
