C283 Battle Spirit

"Wu Zhen, are you alright?" Feng Zimo and the others surrounded him, wanting to help him up.

"I'm fine. I just feel a little stuffy in my chest. " Wu Zhen said and rubbed his chest. Zhou Tianling's long spear had already been put away by him. It could be considered his spoils of war.

"But wasn't your chest penetrated just now?" Feng Zimo asked with a puzzled expression