Dragon Tooth traced an elegant arc in the air, and a snow-white blade light suddenly appeared, claiming the lives of many disciples under Long Yan's slash.
The Sect Leader staggered toward the camps of the other Sects. Despite the excruciating pain in his thigh, the desire for survival drove him to sprint towards the territory of the other gangs at breakneck speed.
He no longer cared about the dignity of being a Sect Leader. All he wanted now was to survive. The camps of the other Sects were right in front of him. Just one step further, just one more step, and he would have a chance at life.
A look of ecstasy emerged on the Sect Leader's face, and his broken leg seemed to find strength, striding towards the light ahead.
Just as he was about to step into the light, the next second, an immense force transmitted from his clothes. Just one step away, and the Sect Leader lost all hope for life.