"Ah, Yingluo!"
"Ah!" Zhen Yingxian screamed miserably, and his body trembled endlessly. Countless faint lines of blood shot out of the tiny wounds, as if a layer of blood-red mist had suddenly emerged and wrapped around him!
He would be cut into a thousand pieces and executed by a thousand cuts!
Lin Yi nodded to Shi shengcai and didn't say much. He looked like he was in a bad shape, but he didn't actually suffer any serious injuries. Most of them were just external injuries.
Zhang Yiming was in a worse state. His limbs were broken and his tongue was cut off.
The loss of blood wasn't life-threatening, but if Lin Yi had come an hour or two later, the fatty would've become a shriveled corpse by now!
"I'm fine! You'll recover soon, eat this pill!"
Lin Yi crouched down beside Zhang Yiming and helped him up. He put a Mystic class recover pill into Zhang Yiming's mouth.
