Amidst two sharp agonies racking his body, the frantic gushing of blood, and the rapid drain of his inner strength, Yu Qunqing knelt on one half-bent knee, his frame shuddering violently as he fell backward, staring up at the sky.
The moment the face of the person before him began to blur and dissolve, his thoughts, previously blocked by the Three-Corpse Spear, started to return.
Yet it was far too late.
Chapter 653