Zhang Ruochen stood on the Altar of Saints and looked at Bookworm and Moha, who were struggling. Both of them were severely injured. The fact that they were able to hold on until now was all thanks to their strong willpower to live.
Even with a body as strong as Moha was now full of cracks, and his Saint blood was almost drained. Bookworm's injuries were heavier. He only had one arm left, and there was a big hole in his chest where his beating heart was exposed
If an ordinary Nine-Step Saint King suffered such a heavy injury, they would be likely dead, let alone continue fighting.
"Isn't it great to have 'friends' who come from afar visit us? Hahaha!"
Although Bookworm's body was already swaying, he burst out laughing loudly.
Even if he and Moha died to protect the dimensional teleportation array, it was still worth it.