Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
"You will still be injured!" Mu Ningxue protested.
"I won't die so easily. Stop being distracted and prepare to fire the next arrow!" Mo Fan answered her.
The lightning spikes tore Mo Fan's shirt to pieces, leaving scorched marks on his tanned skin, like countless whips were lashing at him.
Mo Fan took a deep breath. It hurt much more than he had expected!
He had weakened the enemy's attack with his Will and the Heavens Gate. He had also transformed it into Lightning Magic, which he was very resistant to, but he was still in great pain, like he had been sentenced to flagellation.
Their two enemies were ridiculously strong. He found it difficult to resist them with his current strength!
However, he had already stood his ground. The two of them could cut through metal when their minds were one!
Mo Fan was well aware of his duty!