Bang!
Within the arena, a deafening explosion erupted, and immeasurable brilliance burst forth. At this moment, those still able to make out what was happening inside the arena were few and far between!
Chu Mo's body staggered backward, the bones in his body cracking extensively, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. He looked incredibly miserable.
Ji Qingyu let out a soft cry, tears instantly streaming from her eyes. Beside her, Chu Tianji tightly gripped her hand and said in a deep voice, "Don't panic!"
Don't panic? How could she not? A mother's heart is connected to her child's—seeing Chu Mo injured, how could Ji Qingyu possibly remain calm? Watching Chu Mo stumble through the void, Ji Qingyu's heart felt as if it were being pierced by knives. In an instant, she also thought of all the suffering and hardships her son must have endured, the unimaginable pain and torment he had experienced all these years without growing up before her eyes.
