SPURT!
While still in mid-air, Bai Zhi spat out a mouthful of blood, her face turning deathly pale!
The piercingly scarlet blood traced a beautiful arc through the air, scattering as it fell. It looked like plum blossoms blooming in the snow after a cold wind—beautiful and enchanting, yet tinged with a tragic poignancy.
Before Bai Zhi could hit the ground, Zhou Fan caught her just in time. He rolled to the side twice to bleed off the momentum, then quickly took out a Recovery Pill and fed it to her.
"Fan, are you telling me you can't kill a few guys?" Zhou Fan shouted without turning his head, his voice directed at Fan, who was still locked in combat with several opponents not far away.
