Jin Ming kept repeating this sentence under his breath, his gaze sweeping the surroundings, then dimming again; he could clearly feel his life force constantly draining away along that wound on his body.
There was still fear left in his eyes, a terror of death itself; no matter how vicious a man might be, once he truly stands before death, it is impossible to remain indifferent.
And Jin Ming at this moment was exactly so.
Only two figures beside him were supporting him, yet they did not dare make any excessive movements; their heads were slightly lowered, as if they did not even possess the courage to lift their eyes and look at Lin Chen.
Yet clearly, Lin Chen did not seem to have any intention of letting these people go.
He drew back his sword; blood still clung to its surface, congealing into beads that dripped down from the blade.
Then he swung the sword again, and the sharp tip stabbed into the body of another Jin clan member at his side.
"You…"
