Endless heartache

"My Lord!" Meng Zheng knelt down on one knee with his long saber in hand, blood flowing from his gritted lips.

Looking at the situation in front of him, he also understood that Huangfu qingjue would not be able to escape today's battle, and Ling Chuxi had insisted on not leaving. She must have also fallen in the endless void.

"Let's go!" Ling Chuxi looked back at Meng Zheng and Wei Wuming and shouted in a clear voice, leaving no room for argument.

Then, he turned his head around and looked at Huangfu qingjue with a faint smile. He then held the Luo Chen sword in his hand and stared coldly at the blood-killing banner.

Looking at Ling Chuxi's determined and resolute back, Wei Wuming bit his lips tightly and his eyes flickered.