"Prince Bai Chen!" Yu Ming sounded panicked as he immediately dashed towards Bai Chen who was being mercilessly thrown by the huge white wolf.
He carefully helped Bai Chen to sit up on the floor, and the Werewolf Prince coughed up a mouthful of blood after he stood on the floor. In the blink of an eye, the front of his white robe was dyed with a deep red color, but Bai Chen didn't have time to care about cleanliness because he felt pain all over his body from the unexpected attack he had just received.
He could feel how Yu Ming was supporting his back, and he could also feel how the older man was pressing against his back with his palms. Bai Chen didn't know what the older man was doing, but he could somehow feel a flow of energy within his body, and he assumed Yu Ming was trying to heal his injuries at the moment.
