Ye Yuan, at this time, was like a sieve, spraying blood from head to toe, looking very savage and terrifying.
If not for the Tyrant Dragon Regeneration Art, he would have already died God knows how many times.
Fiery's complexion flickered incessantly, tears already welling up in his eyes, his entire body shaking.
He knew that Ye Yuan already reached the brink of death and likely could not hold on much longer.
"Y-Your Excellency, nothing must happen to you! You … Quickly wake up!"
Meng Guang was powerless to do anything by the side and was full of worries.
He felt that Ye Yuan was an extraordinary great figure. Just now, if it were somebody else, they would probably have long left him behind.
But Ye Yuan did not forget to bring him away before he left.
To Ye Yuan, he was just an insignificant minor character.
But Ye Yuan brought him along without any hesitation.
At that moment, he was absolutely a burden to Ye Yuan.
