Zhu Qilue opened his mouth wide, too surprised to speak, with a faint sense of desolation arising in his heart.
Mo Kun, such a timid person, dared not even breathe heavily before this, always hiding behind him like a cat scared and frozen.
Yet now, for Lin Fan, or perhaps for the Xuan Clan, he was willing to use his life to delay this round.
It's truly shocking!
And admirable.
However.
Zhu Qilue glanced around, and no one showed approval or sympathy for Mo Kun's moth-to-the-flame behavior, mostly sneering contemptuously.
Perhaps in these people's eyes, Mo Kun was simply seeking death.
Knowing it's impossible but doing it anyway.
If that's not foolish, what is?
This is the common thought of millions of spectators, if you lack ability, don't go up to act tough, the outcome can only be a tragic death.
But Zhu Qilue knew, Mo Kun was far from foolish, he was exchanging his life for a glimmer of hope for the Xuan Clan.
