Xu Xiaoyou returned to Tang Xin's side with the Dawn Blade, swiftly dealing with all the Fogman around the young girl. Looking at the endless stream of monsters surging from all directions, both of their expressions darkened.
Tang Xin's arm bore a deep, narrow wound, her face pale, lips tightly pressed, and her slender body trembling slightly.
"Are you alright?" Xu Xiaoyou noticed the girl's injury and asked.
Xu Xiaoyou herself was also injured; it was unrealistic to avoid all attacks while moving through the battlefield. The most unsettling wound was on her right arm, a few centimeters deep, with crimson blood continuously flowing out.
Yet, she seemed not to feel the pain, her gaze remained calm, breathing steady. After decisively ending the life of the monster before her with a clean strike, she sheathed her long blade behind her and frowned towards the blue-haired girl.
