Nie Tong's skin was completely shriveled, and his whole body was covered in wrinkles. He looked nothing like a thirteen-year-old boy. Instead, he resembled a wizened old man on the verge of death at any moment!
RIP!
Nie Yun tore open the clothes on his brother's body. After just one glance, his fists clenched involuntarily, and his entire body trembled.
His brother's frail body was covered in scars, his flesh torn open and mangled. Although they had already scabbed over, the area around each wound was pitch-black—a clear sign of poisoning!
So many wounds, so much damage on such a frail body—in an instant, Nie Yun's memories were dragged back three hundred years.
Three hundred years ago, his brother had used this same frail body to block the siege of the Demons for him. With petrified legs, he had walked forward step by step. With every step he took, a Demon fell. No matter how fiercely the Demons charged, they could not advance a single inch!
