"Qin Chen... run!"
"Someone from Thunder Sky Sect must survive!"
As Mon Tianran spoke, blood flowed from his mouth.
Clearly, at this moment, Mon Tianran was solely relying on his willpower to hold on.
After finishing his words, he pulled out the long spear that had been thrust into his body with his bare hands, under Dou Li's horrified gaze.
"Ah!!"
With the spear withdrawn, immense pain constantly jabbed at his nerves. At this moment, his suffering reached an extreme state.
In the crowd, all eyes were shaken by this sight.
Some even felt a deep emotional stir.
Mon Tianran's words, that someone from Thunder Sky Sect must survive, were simple and tenacious, touching everyone's hearts.
They all knew.
Mon Tianran was trading his life for Qin Chen's.
They also knew.
At this time, Mon Tianran probably had only one breath left, solely relying on this last breath to keep fighting.
"Senior Brother Mon, you're right, Thunder Sky Sect must have someone survive."
