Ye Lan looked at the blood and blood of corpses on the ground and sighed slightly. There was a hint of exhaustion on his pale face, and his thick black cloak was dyed a deep purple-red by the blood, making him look tragic.
Ye Lan shook his body, feeling that all the strength in his body was drained, and a trace of bright red blood seeped out from the corner of his lips. His body went limp and he finally fell down. In his last consciousness, he seemed to see a pair of worried and bright eyes.