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Lin Hao half-knelt on the ground with his sword in hand. His pale face was stained with drops of blood.    

The corpses on the ground were silently narrating the fierce battle just now. At this moment, the only person who could stand was that Middle-grade Martial Master.    

With his back against the wall that was restricted, Lin Hao could always avoid some of the most fatal injuries.    

Middle-grade Martial Master's participation in this beast trap had put Lin Hao in an even more dangerous situation.    

How many times had Lin Hao relied on his quick reaction to dodge Middle-grade Martial Master's powerful attack? Of course, if it wasn't for the restriction of the Soul Altar wall, Middle-grade Martial Master's explosive power could flatten the ground by three feet. How could Lin Hao still be alive?    

Surrounded by more than a dozen powerful Soul Puppet, Lin Hao looked like he was dancing on the tip of a blade. The dance that was close to death was especially beautiful.    

However, Lin Hao's efforts were not in vain. After a tough battle, all the soldiers were beheaded by Lin Hao one by one, leaving only Middle-grade Martial Master, who was still unharmed.    

However, Lin Hao no longer had the strength to resist. Now, he even lacked the strength to open his eyes.    

From the beginning until the end, since Lin Hao broke into the military camp, the wounds on Lin Hao's body had been unknown. On his back, chest, legs, arms and even the palm that had been holding a sword for a long time had been cracked open.    

There was not a single part of Lin Hao's body that was good. He had become a worthy blood brother.    

Now, Lin Hao had truly reached the end of his life.    

Without any warning, Middle-grade Martial Master kicked him. Lin Hao, who was holding his sword, had no strength to defend himself. He was thrown to the ground by the kick, as if he had lost his breath.    

At this moment, even if someone else were to pass by, they would only think that Lin Hao was just a corpse lying on the ground. No one would be able to get away with such injuries.    

Lin Hao, who had lost his will, was like a baby whose hands and feet were tied and gradually sinking into the lake. He could only feel the gradually cold lake water and did not resist at all.    

When he detected that the intruder in front of him had already died, Middle-grade Martial Master lost his target. He turned around and slowly left.    

One step, two steps, one step, like claws and claws...    

"Putong!"    

A tiny fluctuation sound suddenly came over, like a sound that resounded in the furthest distance in the sky. It was as subtle as the sound of mosquitoes and flies, it was impossible to hear without listening carefully.    

"Putong!"    

It was another wave of sound. It was slightly louder than before. Even Middle-grade Martial Master stopped in confusion and used his low IQ to think about the origin of the sound.    

"Putong, Putong, Putong!"    

The sound became louder and louder. He could even hear the sound of the wave of sound out of thin air.    

"I will use my blood to recommend Xuanyuan! In the battle of the nation's death, I will use my body to live in exchange for the death of my opponent. With my peerless combat strength, I will bestow him with a State Funeral."    

"Seizing the favor of the heavens and earth, State Funeral!"    

Lin Hao, whose eyes were tightly shut, suddenly opened them at a certain moment. A wave of frenzied Aura swept out.    

The blood on Lin Hao's body flew out like water in a vacuum in an instant. It was drawn into multiple blood streaks and circled around Lin Hao. It was like a small scarlet whirlwind appeared out of thin air beside Lin Hao.    

Lin Hao was surrounded by the blood-red hurricane. He slowly floated up and stood where he was with his head held high.