Lin Bai lay on the ground, gasping for breath, the blood flowing from him slowly forming a long river on his body. His gaze was scattered, his eyes vacant, looking as if he were on the brink of death!
"Lin Bai, Lin Bai..."
"Don't... don't... don't leave me..."
Ye Suxin, with a sob in her voice, ran to Lin Bai's side, cradling him in her arms. The tears from her eyes fell drop by drop onto Lin Bai's cheeks.
But at this moment, no matter how Ye Suxin called out to Lin Bai, he seemed not to hear, his gaze vacant, eyes dispersed, as if dead.
Seeing Lin Bai in this state, Gu Daozhi was particularly heartbroken.
Zhang Yushan chuckled lightly: "What a pity, a once-in-a-generation Tianjiao of the East Continent, a king among the youth, a future Supreme of the East Continent and the Barbaric Ancient Continent, has fallen just like this!"
Li Fu, although he blocked Lin Bai's path, never actually attacked him.
