C638 Retreat

At this moment, Zhan Ming cut his finger. He felt that he could give it a try. Back then, this formation was broken by his blood.

Zhao Zhiyuan's body shook a little. He had to use his treasured sword to support himself while he was still on the ground.

"Marshal Zhao!" Your body is like this! We have to go together! " With a resolute expression, Zhan Ming immediately supported Zhao Zhiyuan