Lu Qian tightly gripped Fang Hui's hand. This cultivator, who was unrestrained and untouched by worldly affairs, always immersed in his research, would never again have his usual fiery spirit, as he forever closed his eyes.
The rumbling explosions in the sky kept echoing. Aside from the top powers clashing, seven enemy ships trapped outside the array were continuously firing, attempting to shatter the grand array.
There was no time for sorrow now.
He laid Fang Hui's body down properly, then supported Tao Zhongxian, noting that he was merely heavily wounded and unconscious, he sighed in slight relief.
"Tong Youx, guard us," Lu Qian said solemnly, "Senior Brother Yang, let's focus on healing and recovery."
Only by restoring his divine sense could he once again control the Ten Extremes Ten Directions Array.
Tong Youx's lower extremities were injured, but he still had some fighting power. Feeling both guilty and moved by Lu Qian's magnanimous trust, he nodded forcefully.
