The number of people had decreased by two.
Without looking at the sea, Lin Chen already knew their fate.
The beach was only so big, there was no chance to escape. If people were absent, there was only one possibility: they had already fallen at the hands of the Canglan Beasts.
(Referring to the one who was seriously injured by the Canglan Beast at the beginning) collapsed at the edge of the beach, barely breathing. Qiao Yuan's face was as pale as paper, and the deep wound on his left arm that exposed bone had been treated simply, but his movements were noticeably sluggish. He was desperately swinging his sword to fend off the attacks from two blood-colored Canglan Beasts, barely surviving. Everyone was exhausted! The disciples of the Outer Sect, including Mu Jun, had no thoughts of watching the spectacle. They were all fighting desperately, their faces full of shock and embarrassment.
