After a day of battling had concluded and military merits were distributed, Xie Tian didn't leave immediately but stood in front of the four, his gaze hopeful.
The four exchanged glances, and finally, Zhang Jie stepped forward, "Xie Tian, even though we have no idea what you're planning, you still need to be careful. Even if it's a spell, if it's cast from our hands, it's not something you can bear."
"Don't worry, I won't be in trouble. Come on."
"Okay!"
With a light tap of his index finger, Zhang Jie's spell took shape and struck towards Xie Tian.
Xie Tian's expression tightened slightly as he allowed the spell to blast into his chest, immediately spitting blood and retreating several steps with a slight frown.
Seeing this, the pupils of the four shrank.
"Continue."
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Two hours later, Xie Tian spat blood and fell to the ground, unable to get up. Xu Mang and the others were shocked and couldn't understand the purpose of Xie Tian's self-torture.