Blood and tears
"Brother!"
A sorrowful roar came from the forest!
A young man with a childish face suddenly let out a sorrowful roar. Like a wild beast that had gone mad, he quickly rushed toward the battlefield not far away with a sword in his hand.
Over there, a young man's head had been pierced through. Before he died, he waved to his younger brother behind him, telling him not to come!
"Brother ..."
"Zhao he! Retreat!"
Someone shouted angrily!
How could he be absent-minded in the midst of a great battle?
Tears fell from the young man's eyes. He gritted his teeth and turned to kill in another direction.
His elder brother was a rank-4 martial artist, yet he was killed so easily. He had just entered rank-3 not long ago. If he went, he would only be courting death.
As soon as Zhao he left, a sword ray exploded at the place where he had just left.
One of the armored warriors who had just killed the young man snorted ...