Lanyue Pavilion was filled with screams of panic.
Mo Heng shuddered, quickly splitting his form to rush over.
Pei Qin pulled Jun Suxue away, taking two bullets in her body.
"General—" Jun Suxue, unable to cover the wound on his shoulder, paled and lunged towards her.
Wei Shu, who had sneaked in, also threw away her empty pistol, her eyes bloodshot and crazed as she ran over yelling, "Die!" and violently pushed Pei Qin out.
Pei Qin grabbed her tightly and with a fierce swing, flung her over the railing.
With two bullets in her chest, Pei Qin couldn't hold on and was dragged down from the high platform.
"Qinqin…" In an instant, Mo Heng's blood flowed in reverse, frantically harnessing his energy to fly up.
Pei Qin, clutching her excruciatingly painful chest, watching the fireworks blooming in the sky, muttered, "Damn it..." After enduring inhuman torment to snatch back her life, was she still... unable to survive?
Everyone was stunned, closing their eyes, not daring to watch.
