"Xiao Yi, run!"
A deafening roar tore through the howl of the wind and snow, coming from the darkness.
While calmly observing from the sidelines.
Xiao Yi, who had been watching Little Lin and Liu Yi and others break into the city, was startled, and as he turned around, he saw Liu Fuhai, covered in blood, speeding towards him, his velocity pushed to the extreme.
In the midst of the wind and snow.
It was visible that there was a fierce wound in his chest, half of a shattered lung hung outside, already frozen by the wind and snow.
If it weren't for the fact that Liu Fuhai was naturally different from ordinary people, with his heart on the right side.
The damage caused by that hole would have been enough to crush his heart.
Whoosh!
Xiao Yi's figure flashed, catching Liu Fuhai in mid-air.
At that moment, Liu Fuhai's body was ice cold, as if he had just come out of an ice cellar, breathing more in than out, already at the end of his strength.
