After the thick smoke had cleared, Qing Yuwen's wound on his back was visible down to the bone, and his clothes were already soaked with blood.
Yan Batian and Wu Qingshan were not faring any better, panting heavily, warily watching the Lin Family members around them.
"Dad, Uncles, are you all right?"
Qing Ning rushed into the room in big strides that covered the distance quickly, her delicate face filled with worry.
She also resented Liu Xinyu, who clearly arrived early yet chose to appear at the very last moment.
"It's nothing serious!"
The fighting spirit in Qing Yuwen was as strong as ever, but the shadow of his Primordial Spirit on his back grew increasingly blurry.
It was obvious that the one-versus-many battle had taken its toll on him.
Wu Qingshan glared and barked, "This place is dangerous, get out of here quickly!"
Zhou Yuan stepped calmly into the rubble, "There's no danger anymore."
With Liu Xinyu present, would the Lin Family still dare to make a move?