Cao Qingyang dragged his heavily injured body and staggered towards yang cuixue and the others. Hearing this, a guess appeared in his mind.
What he wanted to say was 'stop talking nonsense'.
With a few nimble leaps, Dai Zong reached Cao Qingyang's side and helped him back.
The rank-4 martial artists from Fu Jing sect, Xiao yuenu, and the others immediately surrounded Cao Qingyang to protect him.
"Alliance master, how are your injuries?"
Xiao yuenu asked as she took out a healing pill.
"I won't die. Xu Qi 'an's blood essence saved my life."
Cao Qingyang took the pill and swallowed it. Then, he pulled open his shirt to show everyone his injuries.
His chest was a mess of flesh and blood, and there were bone spikes protruding out. However, the flesh and blood were squirming tenaciously, trying to heal themselves. However, the speed was very slow, and it gave people the feeling that they would be powerless at any time.
