Chapter 1593: Death

Looking at the dying form of Princess Feifeng's monarch, Tod. Nars, William. Chors's face also showed an anxious expression as he shouted loudly.

Upon hearing this, Princess Feifeng's monarch, Tod. Nars, struggled to open his eyes and weakly said: "Don't worry—I—I—I'm not dead yet."

Not dead is good—I never expected that kid could possess such power. Truly worthy of being the First Lord of the Western Regions, just as his reputation claims. Upon hearing Princess Feifeng's monarch, Tod. Nars's words, William. Chors's eyes flickered with surprise as he murmured.

But Princess Feifeng's monarch now had no strength left to speak further; he opened his mouth and gasped out: "F-follow… follow… leave it to you." "Don't worry—you've already taken out most of their forces. The rest is mine." Saying this, William. Chors spoke rapidly.

Hearing William. Chors's words, Princess Feifeng's monarch, Tod. Nars, gently exhaled a breath of relief.

Seeing this, William. Chors, the Lord of the Killing God, continued: "Hold on just a little longer—I'll have someone take you to heal immediately. Right away. Right away." As he spoke, he already lifted the severely wounded Princess Feifeng's monarch, Tod. Nars, onto his back and fled into the distance.

During their escape, Princess Feifeng's monarch, Tod. Nars, continuously spat out blood—clearly, his injuries were extremely severe.

William. Chors, the Lord of the Killing God, also sensed the condition of the man on his back; a look of worry flashed across his face.

Princess Feifeng's monarch, Tod. Nars, hold on! he cried out as he sprinted forward.

Hearing the howling wind at his ears, Princess Feifeng's monarch, Tod. Nars, felt a flicker of relief in his eyes, then slowly closed them. At that moment, William. Chors, the Lord of the Killing God, finally spotted a witch and shouted urgently: "Quick, quick—save him! Princess Feifeng's monarch is dying!" Hearing William. Chors's words, the witches hurriedly responded and rushed over.