At that moment.
The sharp blade entered his body.
The man in black lowered his head in disbelief. His scimitar brushed past Song Jingchen's abdomen and only cut through his armor, but the other party's sword pierced through his chest.
He had used all his internal energy in this attack just now and did not protect himself at all.
The scimitar fell to the ground with a clang.
Blood flowed out of the man in black's mouth. He grabbed Song Jingchen's wrist with all his might and turned around with difficulty. "Master, run."
At some point, Yan Guangmao had already stood up. He gritted his teeth and turned to leave.
Song Jingchen frowned and punched the man in black. The huge force sent him flying and he slammed into the wall behind him before falling to the ground in a sorry state.
The man in black spat out a mouthful of blood. The mask on his face fell off from the impact, revealing the crescent mark on his face.
