Chapitre 427: The Ancient Sage

The old man's body was frail and thin, and his hair was withered. He had lost both legs and was left with only one arm, his clothes long since ripped and torn.

His body was badly damaged from the burns. With a roar, his dim and turbid eyes presently erupted with astonishing brilliance. As a last ditch attempt, he ignited the last of his hot blood and pounced towards the enemy.

It was somewhat tragic. He knew that he would die, yet he continued to rush to his death like a moth to a flame!

"Go, you all have to find a way to survive!" he howled.

His body shook within the flames, wanting so desperately to hinder all the enemies. But his chest was suddenly pierced through by a spear. Even then, only a bit of blood spilled out because all of his blood had been ignited and he was nearly dried out.

"Die!"