Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe's hearts tightened, their minds blank, unable to continue watching.
"That idiot!" An Xiaxin cursed through gritted teeth from the top of the temple. She too noticed Han Yan's abnormality, guessing Ling Baobao's intention, but did he think this could stop Han Yan? It was nothing more than a meaningless sacrifice.
An Xiaxin tried to prop herself up, wanting to intervene and stop Han Yan with all her might, but she half rose before collapsing weakly to the ground.
Staring at Han Yan's ice-cold gaze and the longsword seemingly stained with blood, then at Ling Baobao's resolute and unrepentant expression, An Xiaxin was overwhelmed with tears.
Ling Baobao wore a bitter smile; given the choice, who wishes to die easily? He too wanted to use his strength to restrain Han Yan, prevent her from continuing the carnage, but the problem was, he simply didn't have that ability.
