"Mr. Wu..."
Sang Lingzhu, standing by his side, looked worriedly at Wu Gang.
"I'm fine!"
Wu Gang raised a hand to stop Sang Lingzhu from coming closer, as True Qi surged out once again, penetrating deeper, but the stronger the force exerted, the greater the resistance encountered.
"Not good, if this continues, my True Qi will be exhausted before the silver needle even enters six fen."
Having spat out blood, his True Qi became even more violently turbulent, affecting not only the treatment of Yang Feng but also mending his own injuries.
Beads of sweat kept falling from Wu Gang's face, making his expression grow even more anxious.
If he couldn't cure the ailment, it would be fatal for Wu Gang, not only dragging Yang Feng down but also inflicting serious injury upon himself.
As time continued to slip away, a thick blackness appeared around Yang Feng once again, denser than the first occurrence, which offered Wu Gang considerable relief.
