This makes one have to marvel, have to admire.
The person who can see most directly is Lin Chen. He can clearly see Pan Yan slightly closing his eyes, closing them several times, then opening them again, shaking his head lightly, trying to invigorate his tired spirit.
Pan Yan doesn't dare to sleep now. Although his consciousness is very tired, the situation is not completely under control, so he has to keep holding on.
Pan Yan is very exhausted, but that round rod bursts with a dark red color as Pan Yan's life exhausts.
This color is as thick as blood. A strong aura burst from the round rod, and it seemed to come alive as if it had absorbed Pan Yan's vitality.
"Young friend... next... it's up to you..."
Pan Yan spoke slowly, feeling a wave of exhaustion, and in his unstable breath, a short sentence became broken into several parts.
"Senior... you..."
Lin Chen hadn't finished speaking, when he saw Pan Yan's body swaying lightly and falling to the ground.
