Chapter 270: The Blood-soaked God of War (2)_1

Despite the scattered bodies Han Jingnian had taken down, he was gradually losing his strength.

Xia Wan'an witnessed it herself: there were clubs and steel pipes landing on his back, arms, and even his legs… But even so, he stood before her like an unbreakable, majestic mountain, always protecting her from any harm.

His white shirt was slowly stained with blood. The stick in his hand was broken, his leg was hit again, and he fell onto the ground.

Because of his exhausted strength, his chest was heaving. Perspiration dripped from his hai, trickling down his sharp, alert, and delicate features.

The men started to encircle him with roars.

When numerous clubs were about to rain down on him, he picked up a stick and stood up.

At this moment, he was just like a warrior, bathed in blood, in an ancient epic.

But not long after, he fell to the ground again.

Someone raised their club at his head.

On witnessing this scene, Xia Wan'an instinctively shouted, "Han Jingnian——"