These black-robed figures can feel pain.
"Ugh—!"
One of the black-robed figures was hit on the arm by Lu Jiuyuan's Sword Aura, the wound deep enough to see the bone, blood splattering.
He let out a stifled groan of pain he couldn't suppress.
Staggering back, his eyes, besides fanaticism, also contained a touch of instinctive fear.
In another direction, Lin Yu's Longsword struck the back of a black-robed figure.
The person's body bent violently like a bow, also letting out a short cry of pain, and his movements noticeably slowed.
"These black-robed figures might be real people, don't kill them all, leave some alive!!!"
Yan Lin's sharp shout sounded like an ice spring breaking out, instantly echoing through the chaotic hall!
Her voice immediately drew the attention of both battling sides.
The blazing red flames around Jiang Wei momentarily halted, the scorching temperature instantaneously diminishing by a substantial amount.
