Supreme Sword Sovereign

As the red mist closed in, Yang Ying seemed to foresee his own fate and shut his eyes in despair.

"Promise me."

He sighed softly.

"Take care of..."

"Take care of nothing!"

Before he could finish his sentence, an impatient voice interrupted him, and a large hand slapped onto his shoulder!

The imagined invasion of the red mist did not come.

Yang Ying opened his eyes.

He saw a trembling protective spiritual light enveloping him, keeping the red mist at bay!

Beside him, Gu Han gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly.

"You..."

Yang Ying endured the pain.

"Don't worry about me!"

He could tell.

Although Gu Han's spiritual power was abundant, it was extremely taxing to maintain a protective light for both of them.

"Shut up!"

Gu Han's face was a bit pale.

"Not worry about you?"

"Should I just watch you turn into one of those monsters?"

"......"

Yang Ying fell silent.

In truth.

The pain he was enduring was far greater than what Gu Han was suffering!

"Ah..."

At this moment, Zixuan finally ran over, panting, and reached the two of them.

"He..."

Seeing Yang Ying's pained expression, her eyes were full of worry.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Don't ask!"

"But..."

"Shut up!"

"Then..."

"Silence!"

"Ah!"

Zixuan was so anxious she almost burst into tears.

"They... they're catching up..."

"What!"

Gu Han turned to look.

He saw several monsters still in hot pursuit.