Framed
編輯: Larbre Studio
Zhang Ruochen was severely injured from the attack of the humanoid monster, even after the defending move – Destruction of the Thousand-patterns.
He could stand up only with Li Min's support.
After listening to Zhang Ruochen, looks of dismay etched deeply on the faces of the fellow half-saints from the clan of the Guardians of the Prison. Their saint aura was boiling in anger, fogging up the dungeon.
A half-saint elder who was standing on the back of a three-foot-tall golden giant bird scoffed, "Zhang Ruochen, do you know who you are trying to protect and the horrible things he's done before? If we let him loose, he could strangle you easily with one hand."
"What a young and naïve boy. Haven't you learnt your lesson from your severe injuries?" another man with a heavy sword voiced out from the other direction.
A majority of them were reluctant to believe his words.
"Ahem."