"Can he still be saved?" Ye Xiaoqi asked anxiously.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard elder Zheng's loud roar. His body seemed to have been struck by lightning. He bounced up straight and then fell back down heavily.
His body was hunched over, and his hands and feet were twitching in a strange posture. Even his meridians were bulging out, like twisted dough.
"Hiss ... Hiss ..." He let out a suppressed howl from his throat. It was obvious that he was in great pain.
"This is bad. His blood essence has already been burned to its limit. If this continues, I'm afraid ..." Before Xiao chuanchuan could finish his sentence, a muffled "bang" was heard.
Elder Zheng's sea of Qi exploded, and a bloody hole appeared in his chest. Even his meridians were broken.
"Elder Zheng! Second uncle Zheng!" Old du and ye Xiaoqi both pounced forward and held old Zheng's hands tightly.
