Suddenly, a gust of wind came face to face, and Jin Mo felt someone pull her into their embrace.
Chi Ran rushed over quickly, wrapping one arm around Jin Mo's body and using the other hand to block the knife in Bai Zhen's hand, subsequently kicking her away with a forceful kick.
Bai Zhen, clutching her abdomen, bent over and whimpered in pain, wincing sharply.
"For her, you don't even care about your own hand?" Bai Zhen asked loudly.
Jin Mo lifted her eyes, and Chi Ran's blood-soaked hand was right in front of her.
Chi Ran didn't bother to bandage his wound, he was busy untying Jin Mo, and blood dripped onto Jin Mo's body from his palm, looking particularly frightening.
The ropes, tied all day and tightened by Jin Mo's struggle, had become a deadly knot. Chi Ran's one hand powerless, the blood nearly seeping through the knots.
After the pain subsided, Bai Zhen struggled up from the ground trying to rush over and grab the knife on the ground.