"Brother..."
Yang Tian reached out and gripped, forcibly pulling out the dagger embedded in Lan Zhan's chest.
Clatter!
Blood gushed out from Lan Zhan's chest like a spring.
"Brother..." He Shang and Hao Ren turned pale, anxiously looking at Yang Tian: "Big brother, save our brother!!!"
Yang Tian said nothing, instead channeling his Spiritual Breath, surging into Lan Zhan's chest.
This Spiritual Breath can coagulate blood and speed up the healing of wounds.
But it was too late.
Lan Zhan had already pierced his heart with the dagger; he was barely holding on.
"It's useless... cough..."
Lan Zhan spoke, spitting out another mouthful of blood.
His whole body was trembling.
