The force of that strike was substantial, and coupled with Lin Tian's already significant exhaustion from the previous battle, the blade brought him to his knees, his complexion turning deathly pale.
"Lin Tian..." Albert emerged from the ruins, his appearance disheveled, with multiple tears in his clothes and his hair littered with debris, looking no better than a beggar.
At this moment, his gaze towards Lin Tian was filled with an intense bloodlust, as if he wanted to devour him. How long had it been? Albert couldn't remember the last time he'd been this embarrassed, especially by someone weaker than himself.
To him, it was a disgrace, a blemish that demanded the death of Lin Tian.
Lin Tian watched Albert approach with an immensely serious expression. Time was of the essence, but faced with Albert, he had no absolute confidence that he could protect He Qianqian and ensure their safe departure.
