Chapter 695: Escape (3)

The battlefield was silent.

Steam and acrid smoke mingled together, wet and choking.

Zhao Quan knelt in the center.

A massive Titan stood quietly behind him, looking down on everything.

Hellhound corpses lay everywhere, blood flowing into rivers.

The royal griffins had been stomped into pulp, recognizable only by their ornate feathers.

The Holy Hall Crusaders were like expired canned goods, blood continuously streaming from the seams of their armor.

The rebels had stopped breathing entirely, and the spiritual technique on Zhao Chi's body had already been released.

"Zhao Chi... medicine..."

Zhao Quan froze in place, not daring to move at all.

The blue blood from his body had stopped seeping out, but the longsword was still lodged in his body, not pulled out.

Zhao Chi also knew there was no time to lose.

The nearby enemies had been dealt with for now, but there were still large numbers of enemies elsewhere, who could surround them at any moment.

Zhao Chi's body was still very numb.

It was hard to move.

It felt like squatting for a long time and then suddenly standing up. Or sleeping on one's arm and waking up abruptly.

His whole body was prickling and numb.

"Zhao Chi... hurry the fuck up... can't hold on..."

One of Zhao Quan's eyes was open, the other was dripping blue blood.

After saying this, Zhao Quan's body swayed and crashed down with a thud.

The sword in his chest plunged straight to the hilt, and another spurt of blue blood gushed out.

Zhao Chi activated Blissful Fury.

All attributes +1, morale and mood also +50%.

The physical pain seemed to lessen considerably, but his body still trembled violently beyond his control.

Dozens of meters from Zhao Quan, Zhao Chi slowly walked over.

He couldn't walk fast right now.