"Scram!" Lin Yue flung Gu Fan's hand away and then strode forward with large steps.
From the roar of Lin Yue, Gu Fan could feel the hatred; it seemed incredibly difficult to obtain Lin Yue's forgiveness.
However, for Lin Xi's sake, Gu Fan was still tolerating Lin Yue everywhere he could.
The sounds of killing around them gradually weakened, more and more bodies lay on the ground, screams of utter despair and agony filled the air, occasionally mixed with sobbing, as if the battlefield was a living hell.
Gu Fan couldn't help sighing; neither side could completely eradicate the other, and the battle would continue like this, with today's slaughter only extending the cycle of hatred.
Just at this moment, Mo Yun's outcry caught Gu Fan's attention. He immediately turned his head to look, and was immediately struck with fear.
