At this time, Duan Ye was holding his sword in his hand tightly. His lips were pursed shut firmly, and his baby face was splattered with blood. His eyes were red as he stared at the Immortal Venerable cultivators who had besieged Blood Luo.
"Don't kill him! We need him alive!" Duan Ye's cold voice called out. The Immortal Venerable cultivators were taken aback when they heard this.
"Duan Ye, you have suffered serious injuries, go to the side and sit down first." The Immortal Venerable from Jade Cloud Immortal Sect had said to him. He was about to help him over to the side when Duan Ye held his hand tightly.
"Martial Uncle." Duan Ye looked at him and grasped his hand firmly with one hand. He looked at him with red eyes and his voice shook slightly.
