608 My Brother Died (1/2)

”I have a bottle of Stars' Enemy.” Pam Honzi flicked his wrist and took out a purple jade potion bottle from his warrior dimension as he said, ”As long as someone isn't dead, they can be saved. Even if the stars want to take him, it would be difficult.”

”Thanks.” Duren Burg took the bottle, opened the cap with his teeth, and spat the cap onto the ground before pouring the potion into Qian Jin's mouth.

The potion entered Qian Jin's body through his throat, but he spat out a mouthful of blood in a few seconds. Except for the specks of metal dust, a bit of Stars' Enemy was also inside.

Before Pam Honzi could blush, shock overtook him, and he yelled, ”What is going on? It seems like Stars' Enemy isn't effective!”

”Is it because it isn't potent enough? I have a bottle of Stars' Enemy as well.” Izabella took out a bottle from her warrior dimension and helped Qian Jin drink it. After a few seconds, the same thing happened.

Now, everyone looked at Bhang Wusheng. Although this bandit king rarely robbed merchant caravans, the other bandit groups had to offer gifts to him everywhere. Therefore, he even had great items that the royal families of the three races didn't have.

Bhang Wusheng shrugged and said, ”Star's Enemy is the top-tier potion in the world; you all know this.”

Izabella's face darkened, and she nodded and agreed. Regardless if it were the Zence Empire or the Lucifer Empire, Stars' Enemy was a type of elite potion that was hard to mass-produce.

These potions would only be distributed to masters who achieved heavenly awakening and the important geniuses and seeds of the bloodline families.

Stars' Enemy was very effective at healing internal injuries, and money couldn't even buy it.

However, such potion was not effective on Qian Jin. These top-tier masters were confused, and they thought, ”What kind of injuries is Qian Jin suffering from? Did Qian Zhanxuan create new kinds of killing techniques?”

”Why are we still standing here?” Duren Burg sprinted forward with Qian Jin in his arms as he said, ”Let's return to the headquarters of the bandit group. Perhaps the pharmacists there could see the issue.”

”You are right,” Bhang Wusheng replied, but he was standing still.

”Why aren't you moving if you think it is right?” Duren Burg turned around and asked anxiously after seeing that no one moved, ”Why are you all standing there?”

Bhang Wusheng raised his hand and pointed in another direction before saying, ”You are heading in the wrong direction. The headquarters is over there.”

Duren Burg curled his lips and dashed toward the direction that Bhang Wusheng was pointing. Suddenly, something grabbed onto his back and pulled him into the air. He turned around and saw Pam Honzi's gentle smile.

The Snake Emperor's hands were behind his back, and he didn't grab Duren Burg. However, his mighty warrior power was like a huge cocoon, and Duren Burg and others were wrapped inside. Without needing his hands, everyone was brought into the sky.

Cech Flet silently looked at Qian Jin who was in Duren Burg's arm, and Eunala subconsciously wrapped her arms around Cech Flet tighter.

Out of everyone here, no one knew Cech Flet better than Eunala, and she knew that his silence didn't mean self-blame; it meant that this mixed-blood warrior was now truly murderous.

”I can't kill Qian Zhanxuan, but can't I kill others in Qian Family?” Cech Flet thought to himself, and no emotion could be seen in his eyes. In the depths of his eyes, there was the only sharp murderous spirit, the murderous spirit toward Qian Family.

”Regardless if Qian Jin can survive through this, more people of Qian Family have to die to keep Fabreidis company,” Cech Flet thought as he clenched his fists. ”No one can make Qian Jin sad. Whoever makes Qian Jin sad has to pay with their lives to comfort him! Be they human, demon, or barbarian!”

Fanta Kunge turned around and looked at the only two people who didn't fly up. Izabella was standing by Marc Gavin.

”Don't worry about me; go and take care of Qian Jin.”

Marc Gavin was in mourning, and he stared at the ground and blanked out; he no longer looked high-spirited as he usually did.

”President Gavin, I understand how you are feeling…”

”You don't understand!” Marc Gavin suddenly raised his head and shouted, interrupting Izabella's comforting words. The sorrow in his eyes turned into endless anger as he said, ”You don't understand. You can't understand. My brother died. My brother died!”

Tear instantly wetted the anger in his eyes, and it turned back into endless sorrow. With his thick hands on his head, he slowly kneeled on the ground, and his head slammed into the ground. While he sobbed, his body twitched continuously as he murmured, ”My brother died… my brother died…”

”My brother died… but I f*cking don't have the ability to avenge him…”

”My brother died… but I'm still f*cking alive… I f*cking watched the murderer walk away…”

”We said that we were going to die together… We said that we were going to die together…”

”Useless! Useless! I'm so useless…”

Without the protection of the warrior power, even powerful warriors' bodies were made of flesh. While Marc Gavin hammered his head into the ground, again and again, blood mixed with the dirt and stained his face.