She saw jelly-like blood gushing out of her body, a numbing weakness at the wounds, feeling no pain...
"Yu Yaqing!" Shen Mo hurried to help her up as he arrived.
Shen Mo's calls to her sounded fuzzy, as if her ears had turned into cotton.
Shen Mo used mud to treat her, but there were only three uses of it left. Yu Yaqing had over ten wounds in her body. As they treated one, others continued to bleed out bright red jelly-like blood.
"Don't... waste... supplies..."
Yu Yaqing grabbed Shen Mo's arm, forcing out words from her throat:
"...how... long... has it been?"
A dull pain clenched Shen Mo's heart. He looked in the direction of the Crystal Tower and said, "Ten minutes. Yu Yaqing, we're going to win."
"Shen Mo...you...tell Bai Youwei..."
Her voice was growing fainter and fainter.
Shen Mo bent down, listening closely as she whispered:
"Tell Bai Youwei... she must... win, win till the end."
Shen Mo gritted his teeth and replied: "Alright, I'll tell her."
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