Su Yue's face was stiff, his heart pounding.
No breath.
No sign of life.
This is...death.
Although there were wounded all over the ground, Su Yue never thought that someone would actually die right in front of him.
He turned his head, looking at the mentor who had stopped breathing.
Perhaps a sophomore or junior instructor, Su Yue had never seen before.
At West Martial, each class of students is very busy, and they don't interact much.
The deceased was merely clinging to the doctor's arm, obviously not wanting to die.
But who could have imagined, no one could save his life.
"Damn it, it's the Palm Eye Race's poison!"
Zhao Jiangtao investigated for a while, then stood up and kicked a car tire till it burst.
Damn it!
Too late to notice, the teacher had a wound and was directly poisoned.
Deathly silence!
Everyone at the school gate, whether the wounded or those within the school, had faces full of sorrow, some students' tears trickled down.
