Chen Mengze dragged her injured body, struggling towards the center of the battlefield!
Although her injuries were not life-threatening, each step tugged at her wounds as if enduring the most brutal punishment known to man...
Her face was pale and cold, beads of sweat on her forehead indicated she was enduring intense pain, but she tightly pressed her lips, not uttering a single moan, just straining to move forward, only thinking of reaching Shen Mo as quickly as possible, regardless of whether he was dead or alive!
After walking for an unknown distance, Chen Mengze's robe was soaked with sweat, and the bloody mist in the air finally couldn't obscure her vision.
