Friend, Leave The Others To Me

The moment the dark clouds began to disperse, the Fallen Immortal Clan who were helping the Heavenly Spirit Tribe at the altar were driven back.

Boundless blue light emerged from the altar. It was the aura of a True Dragon.

The old man looked reluctant.

He had never thought that he would actually lose to a child in a battle.

He did not mind losing as long as his clan could rise again.

He looked at his other clansmen.

"We came here with the hope of saving our clan. Even if we have to die, we must ensure the divine item is shattered. We are the hope of the Fallen Immortal Clan. We must be worthy even if we end up dead."

The old man pressed his hand on his forehead, and his lifeblood flowed out. "Use your lifeblood to stop Smiling San Sheng to activate the divine item, even if we have to do it with our lives."

For a moment, countless Fallen Immortal Clan did the same and their lifeblood flowed out from their foreheads.