Laopao, who had been struck by multiple swords, was the same as well.
On the platform at the peak of another mountain, a helicopter had already been waiting for a long time.
They sent the injured onto the aircraft, which immediately took off towards Martial Ancestor.
As for Ada, struck by multiple swords, he lay in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.
The ambulance was already at the foot of the mountain.
Whether he could be saved or not was up to his fate.
Of course, the Zhao Family's dogs were staring fixedly at Lin Zhenghui.
That kind of look seemed to say, "I won't let you off."
Hehe, whether they could even make it back alive was still unknown.
Because over the phone, Yanran seemed to have called someone to deal with the Zhao Family.
After this battle, Lin Zhenghui became the new star of the northern ancient martial arts community, twenty-three years old at the peak of Heavenly Tier Nine and half a step from Great Grandmaster.
