"Don't worry about me. These birds can't hold them for long. You need to run," Ye Qianning said, stopping him.
"No," Sang Zhi cried out.
Frustrated with himself, he gritted his teeth and barely managed to lift her. He staggered as he walked, and after just a few steps, he stumbled and dropped her on the ground.
The movement pulled at her wounds, and Ye Qianning let out a muffled groan.
Sang Zhi panicked. "Are you okay? It's all my fault, all my fault. I'm so useless..."
He was the one holding her back. It was all his fault she was hurt this badly.
"*Cough, cough*... Don't cry."
BANG!
WHOOSH...
The birds circling the black-robed men were blasted away by a wave of Inner Strength, killed instantly.
