At this moment, Xu Ran was half-squatting on the ground, blood continuously dripping from his shoulder, staining the ground, looking quite injured.
However, his attention was not on his shoulder at all; it was as if the wound never existed, not affecting him in the slightest.
Instead, all of Xu Ran's focus was on the bald figure constantly approaching him, listening to the ticking sound of the sword tip dripping onto the ground and the ticking from his shoulder, his hand subconsciously tightened around the Silver Light Iron Sword.
The determination in his eyes did not fade at all. He did not let this setback cause his momentum to collapse completely; on the contrary, the battle intent in his eyes was even more vigorous than before.
At this moment, the bald figure brought him immense pressure; just one sword attack had injured his shoulder, which was evident enough.
One must know.
