Some martial artists stared blankly at the white cloth strips on their arms, they still couldn't believe it until now.
Grand General Lin Dongqi, sacrificed just like that.
How could this be possible?
He was a Ninth Grade Grand General, after all, leading the Zhao Qi Corps for many years.
Loved by everyone, feared by all.
Why did he have to sacrifice himself?
"Su Yue, sit down, don't push yourself, I'll take you to the hospital right now!"
Mu Jingliang looked at Su Yue.
Still pretending to be tough, his face was as white as a zombie's, clearly indicating excessive blood loss.
His injuries were not mild this time.
"I do feel a little dizzy, I can still..."
Su Yue wanted to say again that he was fine, in excellent condition, and could still fight for 500 years.
But the next moment, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
