Qin An and his companions witnessed the scene before them, their brows furrowing tightly.
Looking from a distance, the person's aura had completely vanished, only the silver badge on his waist emitted a faintly cold light, flickering like a dying candle.
Dongfang Mo stepped forward to investigate, shaking his head in regret, "His vitality is severed, beyond saving."
Zhao Hai scanned the surroundings, speaking in a deep voice, "It must have been a fierce battle with three monsters, ultimately perishing together."
The body of the Silver Guard, though fallen, still stood firm and upright like a pine tree.
Yan Li sighed deeply, moved him to a corner to rest, raised his hand gently closing those eyes that would never see again.
The surroundings were silent, only the sound of breathing fluctuating.
