A figure was seen collapsing to the ground, trembling as if trying to get up. But his left hand, along with his shield and half his shoulder, had already been severed by the previous slash.
The exposed wound was bleeding profusely, forming a pool of blood on the ground.
Not far from him, another figure, holding a broken spear, was half-kneeling on the ground, blood constantly gushing from his mouth and chest.
Fernando stared at Ye Qingzhou in the distance with bloodshot eyes, his lips moving as if to say something, but his life had already ended, and he fell over in the next moment.
With a thud, his whole body fell face-down on the ground.
Looking from above, a terrifying sword mark could be seen on Fernando's chest, through which his mangled internal organs were visible.
His heart had been shattered by Sword Qi, leaving no hope of rescue.
"Fernando!"
Felix, lying on the ground, shouted in disbelief, but his companion could no longer respond to his call.
