There was a silent ripple as space cracked and Raizel entered his room. He lay the young boy on the bed.
Raizel circulated his spiritual essence, controlling it to enter the boy's body. It was not used, the boy's meridians were like a sieve. The spiritual essence entered his body and dissipated.
Raizel could feel his heartbeat rapidly increasing. This scene was so familiar. He tried to calm himself, this was not his junior martial brother, he knew but it was no use.
It was as if he was back in the Devil Realm and Lucas's injured body was in his arms. He couldn't do anything then. Not again!
"Peter!"
Raizel's desperate voice rang clear in Peter's ears. He stood up from the table where he was playing mahjong and drinking beer with Old Lin.
Old Lin looked at him curiously. Peter shook his head, "It is Raizel. Something must have happened."
Peter turned into a blurry figure and darted towards Raizel's house. His heart jumped as he hurriedly opened the door.
