He only felt a wave of dizziness in front of him, and his ears and head were buzzing chaotically. The True Energy Qi in his body seemed to have been compressed into a sharp knife, constantly stabbing his body. His bones creaked chaotically, and his mouth was filled with blood. As soon as he opened his mouth, large mouthfuls of blood would spew out.
After all, Yan Jianmeng was still Yan Jianmeng. At this time, the first thing he thought of was not himself, but Song Xuan. At first glance, he saw that Song Xuan was still obsessed with holding Yang Jing'e in his arms and was trapped in the defensive cover next to him.
"Boss!" He screamed in his heart. For a moment, he didn't care about himself. He immediately gathered all the True Energy in his body and transmitted it to the Dragon Scale Bla
