"Even if I die, I'll take you down with me, hahaha..."

Zhou Hongqiang laughed wildly at the sky. His excessive exertion pulled at his wounds, causing blood to gush from them again. His collarbone and chest injuries had turned him into a blood-soaked figure. But at this moment, Zhou Hongqiang didn't care at all. He gripped his battle knife tightly in his right hand, like a war god.

His astonishing aura, the faint halo of a Fifth-Stage Martial Artist at its peak, instilled a trace of fear in both Yu Jianzhong and Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan panted, tearing a piece of cloth from his clothes, gritting his teeth as he wrapped it around his severed arm.