This wasn't a mere charade; it was a real internal injury, or else he couldn't have fooled the old fox, Tielei.
"Anyway, before the Divine Trial, Tielei will certainly risk his life to protect me."
With that thought, Ning Fan didn't hold back, truly getting so frenzied that he even hit himself.
"Should be about enough."
His body covered in blood and wounds, with less than thirty percent of True Qi left, if he still couldn't deceive Tielei, Ning Fan would have no solution.
Rubbing his handsome face, he tried to squeeze out a mournful expression,
Ning Fan carried Mu Su's corpse and dragged Victor's body, staggering all the way toward the Temple.
As he passed through Ancient Sky City, all the residents who were running moments ago had disappeared without a trace,
the deserted streets made this once prosperous city look like a ghost town.
"It's fortunate it's in a sparsely populated Temple; otherwise, this city wouldn't withstand the power of those at the Aerial Mastery Stage."
