C896 Night

With a cacophony of crashing rocks, a blood-soaked palm emerged from the stone wall. Under the watchful eyes of many, Wai Chen, drenched in his own blood, struggled to crawl out.

This battle had drained Wai Chen of his fighting strength. Had it not been for his soft armor, a pinnacle Rank Six piece, he would have likely perished at the hands of Xiao Ling