Seeing Wu Shiba fall unconscious, the young man disregarded his own injuries and scrambled forward, tearing open his clothes to press them against the other's neck, but it was in vain.
The human body is very fragile, including martial artists. A deep cut to the neck causing severe blood loss can lead to the death of even a robust Transcendent martial artist within dozens of breaths. And judging by the current situation, even if Tang Luo took action, he couldn't replenish the yellow-faced man's depleted vital energy and blood. In other words, this man was as good as dead.
Glancing at Wu Shiba who had lost too much blood, Tang Luo was about to stand up and leave when he was stopped by the young man.
"Wait!" The young man holding Wu Shiba in his arms suppressed his emotions and looked up with a trembling voice, "I beg you, take my life in exchange for Brother Wu's, would that be alright?"
Tang Luo laughed, "Have you mistaken me for a wish-granting genie?"
