Ye Qiu's eyes nearly burst with fury, blood spattered across his face, while Jin Shanshun looked down at his own chest, where the fingers of the old man had already pierced through.
Blood was flowing.
Thump!
The body fell down.
Jin Shanshun stared blankly as Elder Mo appeared before him, just a hair's breadth away, his palm almost reaching out to rip out his heart.
"Elder Mo!" Ye Qiu exclaimed with joy. At the critical moment, Elder Mo had shaken off the two mythical realm Martial Artists and arrived just in time; otherwise, Jin Shanshun would have truly been done for.
"Hehe, I'm fine." Jin Shanshun let out a huge sigh of relief. Facing death head-on, his heart had been in his throat.
Relaxing, it felt like escaping from the jaws of death. Even though blood was flowing from his chest, it didn't matter to him; the mythical realm elder's fingertips had only pierced slightly into his flesh, barely more than a superficial wound.
"Fourth Brother!"
