Seeing the arrows becoming denser, Yang Fan could no longer care about much else. He could only focus on dealing with the situation in front of him.
While fending off attacks, he tried to move towards Ming Shan's position.
Along the way, he helped block fatal blows for several comrades.
As he was about to reach him, he saw Ming Shan take an arrow to the shoulder and fall heavily backward.
"Ming Shan!"
Yang Fan shouted in terror, rushing forward at the fastest speed to support the falling body. Seeing his good friend injured, his heart sank bit by bit. Many brothers in the team had died from severe injuries due to delayed medical treatment.
"It's... it's okay!"
With a pale face, Ming Shan managed a faint smile.
"Hold on, I'll carry you back to find Grandfather Two.
Ming Shan shook his head, "Don't trouble Grandfather Two. He's just a veterinarian. How can he... cough cough, anyway, we're out of medicine and with such a severe injury, it's useless."
