Chu Yi's face was pale. Although he had a broken heart and would not die, he was seriously injured.

"Harris!"

"I will not die, you will die. Only by killing you can we be saved!"

Chu Yi raised his sword and rushed over again.

"You have to fight with injuries again? Stupid, being angry and losing your mind during the battle is the stupidest behavior."

"I can avoid it once, and naturally I can avoid it the second time."

Harris was about to fight back, but suddenly, he felt a pain in his arm.

He looked back and saw nothing, but he could vaguely feel that it was his mount that bit him.

"What's going on?" Harris was a little nervous.

At this moment, Huang's voice sounded in his ears.

"Harris, wake up!!"

"wake up?"

"What wakes up?!"

"pain!"

His arm and armor were almost bitten off, but in an instant, he also touched the body of his mount.

With Huang's roar, the space ahead of Harris was twisted.

The main hall is still his main hall.

But the sword-holding man in front of him was exactly the same as before, and he was not injured.

Harris stared at the wound on his body, and dark green blood kept flowing down.

And its mount was roaring at Chu Yi in a low voice.
Chapter completed!