Dark purple light gathered in Shen Ming's palm, carrying the pressure of annihilation. Lu Xingchen was still conscious, but his body would not obey. He could feel that the burst of light spirit power had drained him completely—not even enough strength left to lift a finger. Could Shen Ye alone block this strike? The answer was no. Shen Ye knew it too. But he also knew that if he set Lu Xingchen down now and fled alone, he might still have a thread of a chance. He did not. "Shen Ming." Shen ...