Lin Tian's face and body were covered in blood; it was impossible to tell whether it was his own or someone else's.
No one else could tell either whether he was dead or alive right now.
Everything had happened too fast; from the Grand Elder's first move to his final strike was just a few brief motions, and that was all it took to beat the once awe‑inspiring Lin Tian to the point where his life or death was uncertain.
"Lin Tian isn't gonna die, right?" the Second Elder asked, looking on.
"He probably won't…" the Sixth Elder said, extremely unsure. In truth he had no confidence in his heart, because Lin Tian had been beaten too miserably—so miserable it was hard to look at.
The Sixth Elder only felt a ball of air stuck in his chest that desperately needed venting. He clenched his fists, wanting to rush up and pull Lin Tian down to save him, but in the end he didn't act recklessly.
